This poem is inspired by Rihanna's Dem Haters and is another poem from the point of view of my character Mitch. Hope you all like it. 🙂

I once did voluntary work with a monster,

we would call out the bingo numbers

for a local homeless charity,

on one of the first days he talked about his views

that trans people weren't really the gender they said they were,

that gay people were going against family values by starting families,

I told him I thought his views were bigoted,

told him I was trans and pan and omni,

he took it in the nose,

ranted about how Liberals were changing how life should be,

I told him I was Liberal and that 'I should hope so',

after during the times he would catch me alone

he would come around it with a fake sweetness,

'I want to help you',

'I'm fine but thanks and all that',

'You are very damaged and resentful, the modern world does that but you can be saved',

'Saved from what?'

'Danger and temptation.'

he was so serious about it that it was quite frightening,

I held a straight face though I felt like laughing,

'Save me if I'm in danger.'

'You are in grave danger.'

'Real danger. Practical danger. That I would appreciate.',

over time I think he got tired of me taking no heed of him

and of me talking about how ways he thought destroyed people,

hurt people and affected people,

he enjoyed his bubble and the real world outside it

wasn't allowed in if he couldn't be bigoted without challenge,

I thought he was probably alright in certain ways,

like I believe everyone is

and we certainly worked well as a bingo calling team

but the man wasn't living in reality and when he was confronted with reality

he didn't know how to cope with it

and he didn't care,

he talked about being caring and caring about my wellbeing

but when he couldn't change me he showed what he was really like,

he would say things like:

'You are not right in the head',

'You shouldn't be able to dictate to me with what you are',

'You aren't safe to be around children',

'You want to murder me, don't you?',

he talked to me early on about people like me

being too personal in their comments when it was only politics

and yet when my strength held out against his brainwashing

he became a dangerous fucker

so I realised I was genuine,

he would only say what he thought would help him win,

have power,

he was a bully and an asshole,

the things he said showed the strange mind he had,

it sickened me but it didn't shock me to find out

long after we worked with each other that he had tried to kill his wife with a golf club

and that he had molested his daughter since she was a child,

the things he tried to project onto me were his own sick fantasies,

I was too sheltered at the time in many ways to realise that,

people who aren't don't say things like about people out of nowhere

or over political or social issues

unless they are like that themselves.

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