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We share the same biology
but inside our psychology
lies an insane methodology
to dehumanize another.
Reflexively
we hold distinction above similarity,
drawing lines that harden minds
against a higher clarity.
Disparity.
Meta-cultural gulfs of false polarity.
Delusions that a common understanding is a fantasy.
Self-assured superiority, uncompromisingly
maintaining stubborn impasses, unbudging ideologies.
Falling into rabbit holes, identities of pride.
Every person is a schizophrenic universe inside.
but inside our psychology
lies an insane methodology
to dehumanize another.
Reflexively
we hold distinction above similarity,
drawing lines that harden minds
against a higher clarity.
Disparity.
Meta-cultural gulfs of false polarity.
Delusions that a common understanding is a fantasy.
Self-assured superiority, uncompromisingly
maintaining stubborn impasses, unbudging ideologies.
Falling into rabbit holes, identities of pride.
Every person is a schizophrenic universe inside.
Literature
Incomplete - How the table turns
Another day. It’s just. Another day. As my alarm goes off, I let out a loud PSHHT and it stops just as quickly as it started. I’ve got 5 minutes worth of tranquility before it’ll ring again. Lying on my back, like most mornings waking up, I arch it back as far as I can until I can’t physically hold it any longer and let myself fall back on the mattress. My mouth is slimy, my entire body feels tingly ; yesterday’s last glass one wine must’ve been too much. I wish I could just jump out of bed and get some water. I could just ask for Nic’s help and get a sip out of his bottle, but I want to let him sleep a few more minutes, if my alarm didn’t already wake him up, that is. Before rolling out of bed, I start with my routine exercises. Warming the shoulders up, twisting my abs, contracting muscles from the top of my head (metaphorically) down to the ones in my pelvis in quick succession. I’m already feeling better, but there’s this itch I can’t quite scratch off. I’m not even sure where
Literature
draptomania
they say he grows roses in the devil's garden
that he dances a clockwork vaudeville, a sinner's penance.
that he's a man of of dirty knees and sweaty palms,
howling a name that isn't mine. that he's
a special matter of calamity with a dormant heart and a lucent mind.
a hollow man, a transgression,
a bare and tremulous traveller
Literature
on me
on me
For an exam I had to memorize all the tactics we use to get people to like us.
I tell you I like you even if I don't.
I feign similarity even if I am as black as you are white.
I make myself attractive with scalpels and starvation.
I project modesty even if I like to brag.
I do not like this, but I still wear bright red low-cut tops to job interviews
and lie about my interests and achievements around strangers.
There is a tension between truth and sleeping ignorance. I am searching for the core.
At the center of it all, a pulsing, slimy revelation waits for me.
I don't know if it is a deeper crime to act this way without knowing,
or
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