Backlash
I never cared if you were “gay” or whatever acronym you chose to call yourself, until you started shoving it down my throat.
I never cared what color you were, if you were a good human, until you started blaming me for your problems.
I never cared about your political affiliation until you started to condemn me for mine.
I never cared where you were from in this great Republic until you began condeming people based on where they were born and the history that makes them who they are.
I never cared if you were well off or poor because I’ve been both, until you started calling me names for working hard and bettering myself.
I never cared if your beliefs are different from mine, until you said my beliefs are wrong.
Now, I care. I’ve given all of the tolerance I have to give. This is no longer my problem. It’s your problem. You can still fix it. It’s not too late. But it will be. Soon.
I’m a very patient person at times, but I’m about out of patience. There are literally millions of people just like me.
We have had enough.