Acceptance

He is a spectacle.

One of the people they march for,

Dress in splash and light for,

Protest and dance and be proud for.

And this meant to them he was in need of acceptance.

 

They sprung it up in green and white

And he fell back into a silver flick field of gilt thoughts

And decided that no. He wanted tolerance, not parades. Parades are for fallen warriors.

Never has he wanted to be a warrior. To be a fallen warrior, one must

Be at war against something. And he has no urge to shoot.

He may fear the decision. He can't tell yet.

It's possible their blown-up speeches have put him at a loss for words.

He's not even sure yet. He can't say anything for fear of sounding like an echo.

If he even wanted to make anything known...

 

Acceptance is different from equality.

Acceptance is superficially extra-kind.

Acceptance, for the moment, is too inflated.

Tolerance has negative connotations, so why not stay extravagant.

But would you pay for parades to the ordinary?

Sometimes it hurts a little when you can tell they hate it.

Much more when you know they think they're being charitable:

Helping the Less Fortunate, being kind to those lower beneath their feet

Because they're better than their equals as well.

Who can not laugh at those takes?

Because who wants to be a Less Fortunate

When there is nothing less about you at all?

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