My dialect is catastrophic. Viciously it consumes the minds of those who surround me.  To catch only a whisper would reveal the sadistic sense of my nature.  At least to some. Those who merge opinions with facts. Bellowing assessments of "this generation". Claiming accolades for a "vital rejuvenation" "charity of sorts". This country gorged on emancipation. So much so that its citizens face conviction every day. Gauged off of religion, politics and educational worth. Inhabitable organized into standards so fitting that they become stereotypes. Chucking retribution to those who don't conform. Cant conform. Not willing to be choked on tainted axioms. Codes woven into pliable minds of those hardly considered philosophical. But how can you escape? Submerged in a community where knowledge accounts for little and actions trump communication.  Transcendentalism lost. Along with the need to advance. Perceptions no longer hindered by color, Importance linked with assets, Status having relevance, Or decorum deprived from the divine. Disputed dissolved by the diligent few.  Debates won on Tangible evidence. not bias from the past but percent.  If you want to know my worth, Have a conversation. Accept my nature, Acknowledge my bipolar not to be mistaken for my sarcasm.  To know me is to quote me for my opinions are set in stone  but to quote me is to know me for misinterpretations are vast.  Brutal realities stacked so high that it devours the light at the end of the tunnel.  Belittling the importance in the need for chance in those considered "wiser". Odds stacked against us. standards so disfigured that the honorable become pariahs and the fiction mongers gain praise.  Not able to stay true to what we are. A community. This community need a change, Not found in judgement of your neighbor but a lifestyle change.  Change in the way we teach our children. Acceptance. Everyone needs a voice. Not to be hushed. Now that would be liberty.


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