It is painful
to bear your ridicule
of other people's pain
It is painful
to correct you
and try to change
your hate for difference

Your fear hurts
your anxiety of being "like us"
so you have to make us small
turn us into something
You could never be

You are sitting in your world
safe in your tower of denial
laughing at suffering
filming it with your phone

I am spending spoons
trying to point out
that your mockery
is violence
your "othering"
a border in the sand
filled with blood

It hurts
that you will never change
because your fear of
turning into us
has silenced your heart

It hurts
leaving yet another argument
with humans who see us as lesser
behind their borders
lines drawned in the sand
as protection