Stop Shooting People Because You Were Teased

A clash of cultures
and the on-going unrest
broils both within me
and without...

I guess I'll stand for it.

Another seven down for a perceived afront,
in the middle of a hectic class schedule,
you hurt me, dissed me, made me look the fool,
but you didn't know how far I'd go,

The stuff I'm made of...

You guess we all deserve it,
or none of us do.
What side of the river is yours?

These infantile egg-shell egos
throwing acid in a face
to reflect their own imagined
loss of face.

Are you now righteous, ghoul?
Your situation righted?

We are still nowhere and
ghosts.