I am an animal in a cage.

Seen as nothing more than a thing,

A mere thing used for entertainment and pleasure

Yet i've been enslaved and tortured

As I walk around and they see me their piercing stares burn into my very soul,

Filling me with fright.

Their glares of hatred and disgust, like I’m the scum and mistake in their perfect world.

I’m just a lost soul trying to find a voice

But everytime I speak out there are numerous screams telling me to keep my beastly mouth shut

I give intelligent and thoughtful speeches and they hear nothing but beastly roars

They don't even have to speak. Their body language by itself does everything to let me know i'm inferior to them.

The way they look at me and how they walk and act.

And when they talk?

I better run and hide because they sound like countless attacks of vulgar hateful words that leave wounds band aids cant fix.

Because band aids cant fix bullet holes

And it seems that all my life I have been shot down and put to the corner of my cage in shame.

I am a black sheep

And they are the evil white shepherds.

I am a lion

And they are domestically violent lion tamers

I am a rat

And they are merciless snakes feasting on me like prey.

I am a black man in America

And they are white people that have constantly struck me with their pitchforks and burned me with their flames

And hung us like we are clothing to be dried in the wind since the beginning of time.

I am a helpless angel

And they are the Devil.

The Devil of America.