Bizarre
This compulsion we feel
To judge another
Though we’ve never met
before.
To sort out
Rule out
Affairs undoubtedly his,
Only his.
Bizarre
This entitled feeling
This plague
This nonsense
That makes us
think
Our feelings
Matter
More
Than the ones
We’re shaming.
Bizarre
How something so simple,
So physical.
Sex.
Age.
Race.
Can make us think
Instantly
Their
Love is
Wrong.
Bizarre
We think we get
A vote.
In something
So beautiful,
So natural,
So right,
Because we can’t see its worth.