the song of my denial

I just unlearned the half of it

But part of it stuck with me

Acquiring ways to lie to you,

To others and myself

I took the time 

To read that book

And therefore I‘m allowed to look

At anything with disregard

Because the pages told me

My ism has more guns than yours

Your toys were made in china

The food for thought they fed to you

Was planted by a slave

I look away from ugly things

They say it makes us older

Therefore I choose to hum instead

the song of my denial