I stood up and said No to Seniors Bullying; a friend stopped visiting.
We suggested a change toward a more legal condo association;
Folks liked things the way they were, so they voted us down.
I wrote a letter explaining the legalities; hate notes showed up on every bulletin board.
It was supposedly in the name of frugalities; one even mentioned the name of the Lord.
We went as the Minority Voice of our condo; we were yelled at, called names, and told to go home. But we are home, we said. We can live together as neighbors.
My family has been bullied far too long. Yet the sunrise still makes me sing a song.
We were two, three, seven, now more. Eventually they’ll let us have the floor.
We’ll stand up for justice while watching our back. The State investigators are on the right track.
I’ll keep working my way through the day. No matter what avoidance game they play.
But I’ll not stay in a victim position. I’ll watch the trees dance, then do what I can.
And if a pariah it seems I must be: I’ll dern well be a Happy Pariah!
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