Unlike, or to be Unlike

From the start
this is gonna be impolite.

I don’t mind that a bit.
You made us think

we were ugly,
where you were ugly.

You couldn’t sort out pretty
with both hands,

much less the one
down your pants.

We didn’t look like you
or you [sic] parents.

Fuck your parents
and wherever it is

they came from.
Mannerlessville, USA

I’m guessing.
So, don’t tell me

about impolite
when I’m laughing

at your bald ass
every year at the reunion

while my sister
sits in the corner

with more grace and beauty
than would ever allow her to know

how to harbor this much anger
or how to sink this low.

–January 17, 2018