bloops of joy
there are times when i reply, i type, furiously and my fingers fly zing! zang!
to a comment so irrevocably wrong pathetic treacherous that it cries for a sharp stabbing insult like a shard in the eye
dehumanizing is what they do best these untoward humans
dehumanizing others who are not like them, whom they fear whom they deem underlings, whose value is measured by their output.
people of a different faith, color, sex, race, class even
their way of life is threatened
my fingers fly and i reply in the most ferocious roars to deafen the tiny hate-addled brains
only to realize im screaming into the void. the void is lonely and it is there and fear is where it resides
for my own well-being i have to walk away i have to stop being mad at the emptiness that permeates the hate culture
i have to create with empathy. with love.
it may not last but the effort of creation makes it bearable to live.