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Happygrapler

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1 poem·Since June 2019
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Tolerance

June 26, 2019

Dying in its own name

the act seems to push others away

but to tolerate now means something new.

To tolerate is to discriminate against those you see fit,

I was called many things when I was growing up,

horrible names no kid should ever hear

hearing people say “you’re not welcome here”

but I stayed true to my convictions

I gave my opinions on how I see the world

but somehow I became the racist and the bigot

I protect my brother against people who call him gay 

but somehow I became the homophobe and the bigot 

I denounce the evils that tortured my great-grandparents 

but somehow I became the nazi and the bigot

I pray for love to return to our hearts

but somehow I am full of hate.

So what made me grow up is the new wave of hate

Hidden by a different name 

so now tolerance is dying

dying in the name of tolerance.

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