Let Them Change
Hiii so this is like my first poem ever so i would love you guys's feedback please. i love poetry so i would love anyway to get better!!
I’m sad.
And I don’t know why.
I don’t want to die.
I’m tired of life.
I’m so fricking tired.
I hate racists.
I hate the smiles that encourage them.
I hate the laughter that feeds them.
I hate the people who stand by them.
I hate ableists.
I hate the people who watch and don’t do
Because it affects me and not you.
Do I hate, or am I tired?
Apparently, if it’s funny,
it’s ok.
Apparently spots of kindness
Wash pools of blemishes away
I hate that.
It doesn’t make sense.
Hitler was a racist.
Hitler was an ableist.
Hitler also told jokes.
He showed, at the very least,
A sliver of kindness once.
If Hitler was nice to you would you guys be friends?
Am I making sense?
Who you condone shows the values you uphold.
I’m not white, by the way.
Saying condone isn’t whitewashed.
Big words aren’t just for white people.
Condone is a beautiful word, it rolls off my tongue; I love it
Big words plus black doesn’t equal white
“Show me your friends and I will tell you who you are.”
They’re not them, only like them.
Is that better?
Is that true?
I hate all my friends.
They all suck.
How could they?
They saw me cry, they saw me stim
All because of him
And they went right on
Smiling, laughing, playing
I think I know why I'm sad
I don’t want to die.
I’ll show them their mistakes
I just want them to understand.
Or do I?
What if they already understand?
What if they understand and don’t care?
Maybe they’ll change?
Please, God, let them change.