Somewhere, somehow
She lost herself to the guilt of society,
Lost her mind to the madness of humanity,
This self-sacrificial guilt weighed on her mind heavily.
She could not cope with the reality of pure selfish intentions.
“It’s nothing personal,” he said with a starch smile.
“It’s only because you’re a woman
And
Not rich
Or White.
However, you are
Christian and straight,
So we’ll cut you some slack.
Heaven forbid you’d be some
Anarchist-atheist-Lesbian,
Then we’d really have to put your Black ass, I mean Negro derriere
I mean excuse me, African-American Gluteus-Maximus in prison
Since I doubt you could afford a mental institution, because after all you’d have to have some sort of post-traumatic stress from some abusive sexual past therefore making you dyke-atheist-anarchist.
But anyway
Like I said.
Nothing personal.”
Delise Vann has been writing stories since the age of ten. A graduate of DePaul University with a B.A. in Japanese, Delise is currently working at getting a second B.A. in Creative Writing at Columbia College Chicago. Delise enjoys playing the drums, blues harmonica, and painting.
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