I’ve Watched Children of all Ages Throw Tantrums when Inconvenienced

I've watched children of all ages
Throw tantrums when inconvenienced
Treat one another with selfishness
and vile intent

They demand my respect
I, who bite
and claw
For every bit of mercy I've owned

My age, my inflection, my skin
precedes me

Though I am dark
I don't owe you anything

You little fuckers

From the Author

Out of respect for those who don’t like cursing- feel free to replace “little fuckers” with “little men.” We good? Good.

In my current job/career I work in the dead-zone between retail and medical services. I’m actually really quite good at my job. I’ve got certifications, customer reviews, and statistics to prove it. But there are some… many humans I work with who will never be convinced of my skill no matter how many times I solve problems they’ve had for decades. I work with humans who punish others for caring about them- for going above and beyond.

It’s not always a racism thing, but it often is.

But that’s not the point I’m trying to make here.

The point is that I’ve gotten into a lot of trouble in my life due to my “authority problems.” For me, respect exists independent of position. If you are kind and fair, you have earned my respect. If you are not, then you get the baseline and nothing more (Which is still a lot, btw). As one might guess, not many people of advanced position or age take kindly to that sentiment. Some people want you to treat them with favor on the merit that they exist, and… I just have never and will never be able to stomach that crap.

This work is dedicated to little men who think themselves as gods. May all your bacon burn.

Published by The Poetry of Ants

I've been writing poetry since I was little. These poems have always been my means of resolving the world as it is against the world as it should be. Writing has been my great catharsis. I hope that you and I may be able to share in that.

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