I have seen your heart.

Spoken in words and images,

callous memes meant

to support your

selfish attitude,

regardless of the truth.

I held out hope for so long

that you simply

stirred things up.

But you have spread lies

and inaccuracies,

using false facts

and fake news

to justify

hatred, bigotry,

stereotypes

and fear.

You fear losing control.

losing your identity,

one wrapped in

being better than

everyone else,

no matter the cost.

Your poisonous perspective

pierces my heart.

And though you are deaf

to my pleas for equity,

equality,

human rights.

I choose to believe

that after my grief,

my sense of loss

over the person

I thought I knew,

I still have a voice

for those you push under your feet.

I have engaged in online politics with friends who have shown their true colours, as I have shown mine. My heart hurts, and it poured out in words. What do you do when your friends colours don’t complement your own? Feel free to share in the comments below, or write your own essay and link back here.