The Ones I Yell At

I yelled today and I’m not proud of it

 

I yelled

Not at my neighbor, not at my teacher, not at my friend

Not at my brother and definitely not at my mother

 

I was raised to respect women

To hold the door

To let the eldest go first

And to let women go first of course

 

I was taught that differences are important

Only the man above can judge

 

 

I realize that I am not all powerful

Do you?

 

I was taught that money and power aren’t everything

You can't take anything with you when you go

You leave behind the people you have changed

Are you proud of the people you leave behind?

 

Above all

I was taught to treat others how I want to be treated

 

I guess you missed some of these lessons

 

You are the one I yell at

The one who stands by actionless

The one who turns a blind eye

The one who seemingly doesn’t care

 

You are the ones I yell at

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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