Shut Up

You try so hard

Urging me to talk

To speak my mind

Provide the whys

to things I don’t know

The answers to

Things don’t always need answers

Sometimes they just need a do

Not a don’t.

A will to a won’t.

Don’t call me that word

I am not yellow

I am not oriental.

It does not refer to people of the East.

It is not a quaint, antique-ish word,

I am not a rug

It’s not funny

Goddammit.

I don’t care if people overcome

The bullying of their youth.

I don’t care that you overcame

Your purpleish eyelids or your pale skin

I should not have to explain myself.

Just stop.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.