an otherwise adroit man, broadly conversant
informed my 13-year-old cousin W.
at W's grandmother's funeral, how he hates
to share this truth, but with his nappy hair,
he will never be accepted. it may seem he is,
but it won't be. and his career options? limited. such
douchebaggery silenced me. (unfortunately;
funeral parlour fistfights are so rare these days.)
ideological explosions don't persuade, don't educate.
took decades for him to get there, me here.
learn middle gears, become unshocked, articulate.