THE PREJUDICIAL HUMAN

I cannot say I'm not prejudiced because I am: For the creature that I am, I have enmity and contempt, the product of my predilection; I have intolerance to the likes of Johnny and aversion to the weakness of Alice because they are siblings who took my life away.

I cannot say I'm not biased because I am: For the dust that I am, I approve nevertheless of animosity to sloth, a transgression to benevolence; I have revulsion to pomposity, the evil that turns my humanity into total hatred of behavior because my goodness is challenged, piqued.

I cannot say I'm not unfair because I am: For my objection runs deep with the morally feeble and weak-minded; within me there rises the repugnance to disrespect, the scorn for the aggressor, for the snobs and the sneers of the arrogant, the displacement of honor, the misuse of power. I have hatred, despise for the wrongdoer.

I cannot say I'm not blameless because I am: I carry the burden of fear; I do nothing for the oppressed, nor do I stand for the indigenous poor; I do not care to be counted with them. I am foolish but I have the intelligence to cut my way to the very heart of the apple and ascend to the top most rung of the ladder.

What I am: I am human with evil in my heart at times, and grief, more for the world and the sloth that I am. My humanity comes not from where I've been but to where I'm going; and not because of my outrageous upbringing but due to the fact I was born an imperfect person, pleading my way to perfection.

Is there a tomorrow for me? Or a forgiveness for my passionate individuality? I cannot tell nor will I digress to what the future holds for me. I know, though, I shall survive because that's who I am: A Survivor. A life of the worst kind. But bear with me, for perhaps I will be reborn to become a human of the idealistic kind.

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