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The Moral

November 12, 2015
By DrizzyTheWriter BRONZE, Plaquemine, Louisiana
DrizzyTheWriter BRONZE, Plaquemine, Louisiana
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I’ve learned to mind people.      
I had to get used to them.
16 years of turmoil?
No sir, not me. 
They can sit by me, or eat 
around me, if they don’t act like 
the little demons that they truly are.
However, I can’t stand  
when my kind, the kind that is moral, 
chooses to live in comfort with immoral individuals.
I’ve tried to bond with them.
I’ve tried to be like them, but I 
can’t do it. I can’t be as horrid as them.
I can’t withdraw myself from people’s lives
in the blink of an eye. Nor can I deal with 
their persistent, pointless tirades 
that lack validity. For Christ’s sake, 
my parents are a part of their kind, and 
every so often it’s hard to accept it. 
Their accomplishments are 
certainly astonishing, but even behind 
their beauty is lunacy. 
People surely don't accept my kind, 
the moral kind that is. 
The kind that can tell right from wrong and
actually makes ethical decisions.
The moral kind isn't accepted.
Maybe it’s because we are the minority.~
Hell, they’d love to end our
lives and just forget about us, but we 
won't leave. 
We can’t leave. We live amongst people, and we are people,
but people aren't moral anymore.  
People don’t care.


The author's comments:

This is a "Discrimination" by Kenneth Rexroth remake.


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