September 13, 2017, Prescott-
Of course, I endure aggression- macro and micro, on a daily basis.
Fortunate, I am, that macroaggression is rare,
and is usually the flailing of a frightened child,
or the blaring horn of a vehicle,
driven by someone in the throes of misdirected rage.
Microaggression is more common:
The supervisor who tells self
that control of subordinates is paramount;
the restaurant server who rushes a lone patron,
through a meal,
so that a hypothetical party of two or three
will not be inconvenienced;
the neighbour who walks about,
nose in the air,
lest the great unwashed might
deign to speak their peace.
Those who minimize the suffering
of victims of natural disasters,
as, after all, “it’s not happening here!”
Are there nanoaggressions?
I hope not, as this might
smack of paranoia,
on the part of the beholder.