Don't Pick That Scratch

Intimidation, threatened by change, what will it mean for me, and my understanding of culture

If things are rearranged, it's the fear of the unknown, of the other, like stumbling in the dark, a reflex paranoia

You can walk a different track and see how the shoe fits on the other foot, but you won’t look

When a sense of understanding lacks, contempt simmers beneath, a flick of the fast tongue shows what's buried way down deep

Shows what's buried

But don’t pick that scratch

A wound will open, once we struggle to conceal

But we can’t continue to cover up

A true history that's real