
She made many comparisons in advance.
Later, she searched for the things that separate us.
Humiliation was widespread.
She had pizza, bread with onion, and a glass of red wine.
You won't know, you judge quickly.
The entire truth became painful.
She sank lower and lower,
in the presence of a man.
In the end,
it was just a shame.
Disorderly connections bothered my mind.
If you think that way,
I have nothing more to say.
This whole situation feels like a charade
with a parade of terrible things.
Are you saying that because
you're in a position of power,
everyone has to listen to you?
You are not my god,
so why do you assume you can
act this way?
Is it just because your culture taught you
to behave like this?
Cultural differences are causing division among us.
But there is something else between the lines.
Humanity lost on the tiny threads
of lack of awareness to the highest extent.
I can’t help that I’m sensitive to these things.
They have been bothering me for years,
so, it’s no surprise that they all came out at once.
There are bitter truths and no luck.
People left my little world.
They didn't see any value in me.
And I felt the same way about them.
We lost the common core in a whirlwind of neglect.
Who will say when this uncomfortable disgrace will end?
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...


Comments (3)
Very honest! Love the strength in this piece.
A graceful interplay of emotions and words.
It's raw, introspective, and unapologetically honest—like peeling back layers to reveal the tender truths underneath. A compelling reflection on division and the yearning for clarity amidst chaos.