The Filter
Intimidation. You think you’ve won. Discrimination. My words were spun. I may have epilepsy. But that’s not all there is to me. And don’t think that I can’t see. Everything you’ve done to me. Congratulation. You convinced me it was my imagination. You “Hitler,” you blamed it on my “filter.” Contemplation. No hesitation. I’d be doomed to damnation But, I wanted to end the pain. No need to live if I am insane. I remember clearly that day when I tried to file a complaint. You abused me without restraint. Your heart was dark, so you gas lit. I guess you thought that I’d forget. Both of you on your high horses, Where was the “human” part of “human” resources? I am now free, but you will never be. May you have to live with your shame. And may you remember my name. May your guilt show you my face One day, tru