you don't know me

You don't know me. You who judge me, who think as others tell you how to think, you don't know me. I know you however. You are the one on a high horse who wishes to proclaim my life as evil, as bad as wrong. You are the one with the convoluted definition of morals and values. You want to point fingers my way and shout that my shit stinks while you crap all over the place. You can never admit to your lack of, your less then, your lousy life.

You lived in the south and thought that since I was BLACK I was dumb and as close to an animal as God might create. You thought that slavery was actually better than living as a free person in Africa. You lived in the East and decided that my own neighborhood would best serve me since BLACK folk deserved no better than t0 be surrounded by thieves, whores and druggies. You were Barbara Bush during hurricane Katrina who profoundly and proudly stated that life in the Dome was certainly a step up from living in some flop house neighborhood of the ninth ward. You wore white robes when you bullied me fearful that your actions were wrong so hiding behind a robe diminished the truth.

You could not find a job, hated your life and waited for someone to rescue you from your own failings and mistakes. You turned to the National Socialists of Germany and loved it when they helped point fingers at the JEWS. If there were less JEWS, or better yet, no JEWS than all of your self denied-self induced problems would fade and vanish. You had no backbone in which to stand upright and look in the mirror and try to solve your issues. You needed a scapegoat and joined the Nazi's in finding just the right scapegoat upon whom to blame your woes and worries. You built neighborhoods in the US proudly proclaiming no JEWS, BLACKS or Dogs!

You stood upon your soapbox, your pulpit, your throne and stated that I was just a rib from Adam. My place as WOMAN was to birth babies, clean a house, become a secretary, a teacher a nurse, but never do a job that a man wants as a mans place is one step above mine. You said my duty as a WOMAN was as an assistant as an aide to support the dreams and desires of men. I might be Mother Nature but you are God and with only your permission will I survive. You want control of my mind and body. You want to tell me how to act, dress and behave. And when I am pregnant you want to tell me what I can and should do with my body. If I am raped or abused it is just God (in your image) handing me lemons for which I should be grateful to just make lemonade.

You fear how I love and with whom I demonstrate that love. You feel so confined in your pattern of expected and accepted behavior that anyone brave enough, unique enough satisfied enough to express their own individualities scares you. You blame your hate on God's word, deciding that being me as a GAY man a GAY woman is more powerful than you in the image of your God. You tried to make me seem mentally ill wanting to prescribe psychiatric ailments, diseases to my persona. You sell books at Wal-Mart which promote overcoming sin as a homosexual and becoming whole as a heterosexual. You kick me, your child, out of your house saying that you love God (doing his biding once again) and God can not love me unless I change. You teach your kids to bully me deciding that power, fear, anger are great methods to make change and correct the illness and hide your own insecurities.

You don't know me but throughout history you have found the ability to try and control me. Your fear of being found out, of being held responsible, of not acting God like terrifies you, so you try hard to make me the enemy. You are brave enough to bully but too scared to look in the mirror and see who you really are.

You have now found new fodder for your follies in America 2010 and now call yourself Tea Baggers. You rally together against a BLACK president. You congregate with politicians who dress in Nazi uniforms, deny abortions under any circumstances, demand anyone brown skinned is an illegal. You applaud potential politicians who want to establish a second class of citizenry for the LGBT community and who want anyone with a disability to not eat, work or play like the those who are abled.

You are cocky and rabid waiting for an election paid for and sponsored by wealthy men and women whose alternative motive is to control you. You think ANYONE actually cares about your miserable life? And you will be terribly sorry once your candidates are elected and found to be pawns cow towing to billionaires who see you as fodder.

You don't know me but I refuse to permit you anywhere near my life because your life is such a waste. You don't know me but I am very aware and wary of you.

You suddenly feel powerful, listened to, cajoled and lulled into some false promise that the rich CEO's, businessmen, lobbyists who fund this charade will really take care of you and your own disastrous life once you do their dirty work. You think you are making a stand when all you stand for is bias, bigotry and hate. You are the ones that believe the devil is in the details and it is a lot easier to allow the devil to thrive without any information or truth.