You say so many things,
I cant help but agree with so much
you do have struggles and it isn’t fair.
I just wish that you wouldn’t let your cross hairs slip
you took perfect aim at one point
you had your sights set on targets fair.
I could see the glint in the distance as time progressed
your sights had fallen,
and you were so focused in the moment that
you missed the fact that you pulled the trigger aiming the wrong way.
At first it just looked like a clean miss,
anyone can make a mistake,
and you didn’t hit me so I waited for you to take aim again.
This time though you didn’t correct your aim and I was almost hit
I was just about your target with no reasoning and no care
I never told you or asked you to aim a different way,
I hoped you would correct yourself.
But on the next shot I started to bleed,
you had let your aim slip so far you were hitting those on your side
I don’t blame you, once you shoot once its hard to look back with an analytical eye.
But the damage is done and forgiveness wont come,
for I doubt you care enough to even look for it
I’m not the only one you hit and I doubt they will offer forgiveness either.
I don’t blame you but I hold you responsible,
you hurt me and ruined something I love
I doubt you care but on the off chance you understand,
or even regret your actions, next time you might want to look where your aiming
and not shoot one of your supporters.
This has been kicking around in my head for a while and is all about the way I saw our class this year. On more than one occasion I felt like I was the target of peoples rants and writings. I wont name names but some people let their feminism become man hating, or at least that’s the way I saw it. I felt personally attacked on more than one occasion, and while I am able to walk it off and turn the other cheek or forget about altogether, I couldn’t stand idly by and not say anything. Please don’t take this as an attack on anyone, I know no one meant to make me feel this way, but I hope someone can read this and maybe fix the way they speak for the future. I don’t hold against anyone, I just needed to get this part off my chest before I could move on.