searching for a way to show you how i feel i spot an opportunity, i step forward you told me i stepped too far acting without heed to privilege and power paint me with the same brush as so many before disregard how i feel and the pedestal you say i'm on
a glance into your core shows insecurities from an era long since forgotten is it really worth recovering? are those memories worth recovering? maybe on your own time
you offer redress, you say that i did nothing wrong but then why is my chest still tight and why are my steps still so heavy?