Elucidating Questions

“Making generalizations is fine

When we do it

Because we know better than you”

Because you’re smarter?

What exactly makes you superior?

And struggling with my little bits that I already hate

That I already know are wrong because I wear symptoms like accessories

But no, they’re, in fact, worse than wrong

Why is it okay to paint everyone with the same brush?

Any everyone

Wrong wrong wrong they told me all my life

Stereotypes

Caricatures

Everywhere

Gross

I heard the few calls not to do it

Apparently everyone else did not

You can’t know everything about any “group” of people

Doesn’t matter how bad they are

Humans are not conglomerous

And even if similarities between individuals exist

There’s still enough about them to be their own thing

I highly doubt anyone, even an autistic person who completes the exact same tasks every day can be boiled down to hype words

It’s the same thing that disarms me every time a breach the barriers of communication

In fact it’s that same thing that makes humans so terrifying

The face you see

The face inside

The face they show only the gods and the spirits

It can all be working separated from one another

Intricate tapestries, these humans

Tapestries they all be

But can you generalise a tapestry?

Oh yes it has your general tapestry stuff

Childhood, adulthood, love, pain, strife, joy

But once you get down to the colours they’re all different

How do you say one’s attributes belong to something or something else?

Messy bits may be messy

You can’t say all messiness is something

Is caused by the same things

And I’m so sick of superiority

Oh we’re the best because we happened to be born here instead of there

With this skin colour instead of that one

Because we claim ownership of this land we actually cannot own because the Earth wasn’t selling it

Carving up her body like prized meat and announcing one cut is better than the others

Can you all just fucking shut up your delusion for one god damn moment and realise we are on a fancy dirt rock in space

There’s plenty here to take care of each of us, more room than we could ever ask for, and the weather (used to) generally doesn’t want to kill us!

But you’re all fucking standing here fighting over who’s more special

Considering none of you can see the perfection of this space and the beauty of her creatures I’m pretty sure you’re the wrong kind of special

You’re the kind of special like a deadly disease that wipes out a species

I’m starting to wonder if humanity wasn’t the Earth’s suicide

Maybe we are supposed to tear each other and her apart over superficial bullshit

I wish we were here to love her, and show her why she should shine in space for millennia more