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Hey there all you hep cats and hep kittens. Come on down to the East Randomtown Java Bean, where the poets always stink and the cups are never clean.
Next on the mic is the one and only Search Engine Optimized Poet…the only rhyme-smith whose beats bring in the web searchers’ feets, ya dig?
Safe space! Whoa, safe space!
The world is in a state of disgrace!
People want to speak their opinions, directly to my face.
As if there is a divergence of opinion amidst the entire human race.
Race! To my safe space is where I will go.
For it is a place where no one can tell me, “No!”
Go! Away is where YOU will be found.
For I should not have to hear different points of view while I am on sacred safe space ground.
Frowned! That’s what I did, just the other day.
When you stuck a micro-aggression without trigger warning in my way.
At bay! That’s where I want ideas that are not my own.
Cry long and hard I will if you make your different opinion known.
Phone! I beg of you, do not use it to bore me,
With your thoughts while I’m safely ensconced in all of my safe space glory.
Story? Sure, I would love to hear one.
But it’d better end with, “And then everyone agreed with me” before it is done.
Won! This battle of hearts and minds is what I achieved.
For I managed to tune out any opposing speech that would leave me aggrieved.
At ease! It’s how I feel now.
Now that I’m going to pet a therapy dog, a therapy cat, a therapy horse and a therapy cow.
Wow! This therapy coloring book is better than listening to others speak their minds.
You go on without me. I must stay here and stay within the lines.