It’s Not Fair

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.