How could I have underestimated…
so much hate, sorrow and misunderstanding
of one's own flesh and blood?
What was I to bring to their table in order to feel welcomed?
I had brought all that I had before….and more;
but they saw only a reflection of what they represent…
that which I condemn.
And all that they will applaud… I will condemn.
All that they condemn… I will applaud.
It no longer matters what is right or wrong.
They have chosen to be my enemy and I will resist them
with all my might, with every dark and lonely night…
I will resist them.
And when they gather together to point fingers
as though they are righteous…
with their hearts knowing nothing of righteousness…
I will resist them.
For they know only their own reflections of mistrust and lies…
and for them, I will no longer cry.
My beloved family.
