You People | Poetry
a little background on this piece: it's transforming my petty anger into art. thanks for reading. -vanessa
You people with your open hearts, fierce love, wild ideas of equality, respect, accountability, honesty, generosity and hope.
Who are you people, anyway?
You must be privileged.
You must be white.
You must have it easy.
You must have never been hurt.
Never had an abortion, or don't know anyone who has.
must have lots of money.
must have always paid your bills on time.
never been laid off.
never fired for being too black, brown, white or old.
You must have always been respected.
Gone to a liberal elite college.
Probably even private school.
Your mommy stayed home.
Your daddy paid for everything.
You people with your pink hats,
you vulgar, vile, evil people
no way you had that many people at your celebration
prove it, people, prove it.
I want pictures now!
You people who marched for women's .... WAIT! WAIT!
What a stupid waste of time.
What do you need THAT for anyway?
You privileged white lady,
always complaining and entitled.
What were you marching for anyway?
There was trash everywhere. UGH.
Why didn't you clean up after yourselves?
Babies are being ripped out of the womb
women are falsely accusing the MAN of sexual assault
it's their fault anyway for their short skirts
and for being drunk in the first place.
They should be sent to jail, away from the baby
they begot from the rapist and punished, humiliated.
Why would you fight for your choice?
Why would you allow that loud shrieking voice of yours to
be heard in public, talking about pussies, vagina, breast-feeding and "RIGHTS".
Only the MAN can grab a woman by the pussy,
kiss her as he pleases, whenever he likes.
Only the MAN can cuddle up to communism, imitate a man with flailing arms, dishonor an honorable service member, cut off your money, hike your daily government payments, send your daughters and sons to be killed in wars in the name of freedom.
This is freedom, you silly people.
The things you marched for. That isn't freedom.
Oil is your freedom,
Big banks are your freedom.
That wall, that is your freedom.
BUY BUY BUY, that is your freedom.
Corporations are your freedom.
Ignorance is your freedom.
Denial is your freedom.
Silence is your freedom.
What were you thinking, anyway.
(Said in a low whisper & eyes rolling)
Don't you have better things to do today?