I carry the beautiful words of freedom,
Screaming “Privilege!” on every corner
Just because I can.
I memorize the never-ending list of genders
And their pronouns
Except for male and female,
Because they offend me.
I identify as Theta
And still don’t know which pronouns I like more.
I truly believe in social justice and freedom of speech,
But only when it suits me.
The existence of another opinion
Infuriates me, and as a result
I cry and mumble illogical things.
I preach peace, love, and tolerance,
But will crush windows and shop displays,
Burn tires and block the traffic,
If things don’t go the way I want.
I am unable to suck it up and live my life
As a human being.
Through the tears
I cannot see the original
Meaning of the word.
I am a liberal,
And I am offended.