I depise you.
Not because your skin is the color of warm liquid chocolate,
not because your eyes are the hue of warm cerulean blue.
I despise you,
because I warm to a conduct tending to treason,
because I love to break your spirit like iron in a cryogenic cell,
brittle and unregarded.
It is that simple, my slate is a harsh pallor of titanium white.
So what if you descend into blackholes of desire like everyone else?
"Elses" judge as swiftly as I, only I forget to keep my mouth shut.
I despise you,
for worshipping a pandemic of idols that grow out of fashion
as callously as you switch coloured contact lenses,
for sloughing your face in an acid bath, bleaching your roots
to blend into the fringes of another faceless crowd.
I despise you
for maintaining a pretense of Christian civiility behind your boxy glasses,
for victimizing sweet, honest folk, whose sin was investing in your friendship scam.
So what if your skin is a pale sickly yellow? Your heart is infinitely sallower
like mine, only I forget to keep my mouth shut, and bleed my sleeve for all to see.
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Written while helping some NTU students with a survey on blogging habits and the Sedition Act. Comments most welcome.