they look at me as if I'm unclean..
heis given the upper class treatment and I am given coach or the undesired remedy....
Why can't he gettreated as harsh as me?
Is it because my shade is darker...
pockets are thinner...
knowledge is different...
or
could it be that my friends aren't superficial...
jealousy doesn't run through our unity
Could it be that I don't slither behind my neighbor...
giving sight to the left what the right is doing...
perhaps the thought that I can look in a mirror...
appreciating what God has given me without changing what is already a master piece into a plastic enomity...
confused on what I am to be...
a man or woman
Who are you to stipulate my worth...
trying to tell me who I am
just because I don't look like you
doesn't mean blood doesn't run through my veins...
I can walk, talk, breathe, and think
I can see, hear, feel, and touch
I know laughter, joy, hunger, and pain
Although at times...
I may loose
through your ignorance
I have gained....
So, look in the mirror and you will see contrary to what you want to believe
I am you..
But of a different degree...
(c) 2004 Lacretia Johnson