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Dear Scott, 

What is this quelled inside me? I cannot really say.

It’s certainly not dread, Scott. That came on another day.

It feels more like fuzzy warmth. A rashly rationed rationality

Standing partially on reason’s leg, to support desire’s partiality

But of desire, why condemn it so? This, nature’s guide to truth.

For survival, reason validates these means and ends that we intuit

Yet at moments my intuitions falter, as I see my fallible humanity

Until I’m brought back to reason’s side, guided by infallible Humity

I’m reminded that man has no plan except that which does play out.

Each’s goal, oneself. Nothing else. Even altruism, a selfish route

So what is this quelled inside me? I still can’t really say. 

But damn it, I don’t care to know. I’ll say what I want anyway.

And if you care not to agree, I’ll take care not to care.

For the winner won’t win on empathy’s plea, but by exerting more force than other can bear.

So what do I want for society? Or should I say, what do I want for me? 

I want no restraints that impede my class. I want the power to be beyond free

I want to restrict those who are far removed from me. I want to remove their ability to impede.

And as the Humian that I truly am, I’ll strip away their humanity

If those in my way are no longer like me,  then there’s no person to consider – 

Like all obstacles that come before me, I discard them as rubbish, refuse, litter.

But to throw things away seems so absurd. Nothing but cavalier waste.

For it’s not only meat that gives utility, but also bone, sinew, hair, carapace.

So what of this class that’s so unlike me? Those without presence, no cries? 

While too burdensome it is to provide their support, surely them we can still utilize

We need not mandate that others preserve these lives, if the voiceless become hindrance, 

In order to punish some for taking same life, though really punishing for inconvenience

We also need not apply personhood to this group, these dejected who are so like us

To subjectively choose some objective ground to define humanity so it includes us

So if I have right to take this life, then this life is mine to own.

But since this my life can’t speak on its own, why not give its owners their vote?

I propose that we count all voiceless at hand as three fifths woman and man,

To keep them inhuman, yet still useful to me, as I further my narcicized plan.

So what is this quelled inside me? I finally think that I can say.

It’s certainly not dread, Scott. But it’s just as inhumane.

                               Sincerely, 

                             NatashaYuri

The title is a reference to the Missouri Compromise. Basically, it was a compromise whereby the United States allowed Missouri to enter the Union as a slave state, despite relatively strong objections, and a notion in some that it just wasn’t right. Throughout this poem I will be making many slavery references, in h