I hate that I am intimidated by large buildings with imposing flights of stairs to their over arching front doors. It reeks of rich white men and I hate it. All I see is all those laborers worked to the bone as they try and make ends meet while those fat cat bosses wait and snap fingers on orders that can break backs. All the janitorial workers and night guards that gain no respect for the work they do. These buildings are frauds. The back door always looks the same- a pitiful small loading dock and unlabeled metal door with no window.

When I have to go inside them, I see those men of privilege in their trim suits and important faces. I shun them as they shun me. They know nothing of what it means to be below them. All I see is how they care that that I/we are in fact below them, and we stay there, always deferring to their supposed superior ways. I call bullshit. This charade is long overdue to end. The workers that use their bodies for our benefit, the thinkers that help shape a world where men and women are valued as individuals with unique gifts; these are the ones that I seek. I am done giving those who would use me as their cheap economic tool. My value, your value, our value is so much greater than their small minds and hearts could ever conceive.

In my dreams, I am in turn terrified by dreams that mimic our present situation into the future and reborn through dreams that break through this paradigm into a new day. When I do have to ascend stone stairs into their world, I try to imagine them already gone and I am walking only into an old worn out dream. 

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stairs to a large building