Bleeding Heart

I proudly wear the title “Bleeding Heart.”

I’ve never understood its insulting quality.

Caring for another human being,

That is an insult, how?

I have no time for cruel gods

And no patience for sociopathic humans.

I am proudly intolerant of intolerance

So don’t think the accusation cows me.

Injustice boils my blood

Others’ pain makes me bleed.

I am a fighter sometimes a hater

Who will never give up until you tell me why.

Why the hate?

Why the injustice?

Why the pathetic attempts for conformity?

I am empathetic to a fault

but if you are not…

…that is your fault.