That’s OK.
You’re stupid as I thought
You reached out to me again for the second time.
How’ve you been old friend? It seems like a million years.
No. It’s been five months.
Oh I guess I forgot. I wrote to you
on October 8.
I was freaked out.
You forgot to write back.
What? Woke? Do you wanna call me now after five months? OK here’s my answer.
I told you about the tragedy of my people.
I told you about the complicity of the world.
You told me, “you and I can’t talk about the Palestine Israel conflict. But I hope we can be friends anyway.”
Guess you’re scared to talk to somebody who actually knows about the Middle East, Professor “friend.”
I know. I know. It’s hard for a prof not to know best.
Bad stuff goes on during the day.
You’ve gotta expunge it.
Many thoughts and many actions.
Whirls of thought and circles of action
This is growth
But you can’t grow
Your head and face stuffed with rhetoric
Your orifices dripping with your worthless half baked self righteous nauseating “ideas”
You cannot tell me
Unilaterally
You and I can’t talk.
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