I'm so thankful to have a good mate who takes
pains to kindly inform me that everything I say
is wrong, every feeling I cherish is beside the
point and I have no right to criticize anyone as
my faults are bigger than theirs, that I'm being
self-righteous every time I complain about the
Self-righteous like he himself, since he is the
kindest, most honest, righteous person around
I must keep my evil thoughts to myself: yes dear,
I'm just working with racists but what the heck,
whatever faults I think I see mean I have these
faults myself, strange that I always prefer other
Culture groups to the one I was born into - I'm
probably a reverse racist, only targeting my own
idiotic culture, not able to appreciate those who
want to gun all others down…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When if fortunate, watching ones self or that of another evolving through change is quite painful it turns what one though or believed up side down it is then that change can be seen.. iip Great poem, Margaret.