Come down from your pedestal and lower your voice.

You say this is a conversation and you sit me down and try to be victorious.
Oh but this was always an argument, wasn't it? You say you can treat all of us as inferiors. Cause you were born a man. You were born lucky to be on a 'side' for whom it is easier to finish arguments, by virtue of numbers and delusion. The victory that you taste in your mouth after all those words you said? Does it taste sweet? You slapped first cause you could. When I countered, you attacked. The words stopped making sense, and victory wasn't yet near, was it? You said the weak needed the law. How, pray tell me, do you define the weak? With a loaded gun in my hand, and without the law, am I not stronger than an unsuspecting you? I will speak for me, as an individual. If you wish to speak for yourself as a privileged part of the  majority of the population, do. Every person in the world, every context starts on a level ground. You have done nothing yet to claim to be a part of a superior group. And I have done nothing to deserve a place amongst the inferior. Do not speak to me from a pedestal. I had given you a place right by me. That place no longer remains. You are just another person. You are not great. Your glorious words, thus, are hollow sounds in the universe. They are the kind of energy that resonates with the with those of guns and hate. I am not great, either. I just know that. The day my deeds are worthy, I will still speak from a humble place, I hope. I will still see the world fair, I hope. I will still treat every individual with respect unless proven wrong, I hope.