waking up angry from a dream I didn’t choose,
remembering your words,
my brain conjuring a noxious draft of your thoughts.
I wish that I could claim sadness,
as this would be much easier
for my heart to handle.
I wish that I could claim remorse,
but my only crime was speaking up
for myself and for the downtrodden.
I wish that I could claim injustice
but who am I to do so?
anyone has the right to disown anyone,
no matter their history,
that is one of the many evolving
face of freedom.
so you disown me,
and i will work for the remainder of my days
to disown the pain.