every rude look
by each judgmental stare
will draw me closer to wishing
that your face was never there
take me from this place
thrust open opportunity that makes us take flight
into spaces and places that are less jammed and crammed
to openness, to freedom
whisk me away to no man’s land
society, what’s it for?
to judge, police, condemn or maybe just scorn?
you commit murder by your eyes, you slay with you oppression
the breathing: longing for freedom from your snobbish aggression
the anger you breed is dangerous
it creates social movements, political lies
so if you want to spread some love,
stop thinking you were always better
and remember the day when you just needed someone
to let your imperfections be
left alone, maybe ignored
for the sake of being human,
and not a motherboard.
By Olivia Reid