It's not fair how you set me on edge. How the sound of piano puts my head on a swivel. It's not fair to the others, the friends who feel the same. It's not fair to the people I think are you and I glare at. It's not fair because to most, you've done nothing. It's hard to quantify microaggressions. It's hard to quantify ignorance. And so there you are, and it's all I can do to stand tall, and keep moving.