Thursday, June 5, 2014

UPPER MIDDLE CLASS WHITE ANGLO SAXON PROTESTANT

My polite silence

Sheltered your weak ego

The lack of honesty created a river between us

A river of silence

Flowing freely, seeping into every moment

So tired I was of your words

Your pretentious perspective 

Some of us don't have a home to go back to if we fail

There's no back up plan

You could never understand

I, still silent

Your words, opinions of someone who couldn't help themselves, because they never had to