Mon, 11/05/2018 - 13:36 -- Pancho

You can't escape labels

From every mouth and every mind

I'm seen as the weak link and the last pick

If anyone ever looked past color, size, or how kind

Being constantly burned will shorten your mental wick

But I'm snuffed out like a fire

So I no longer have a burning desire

No matter what I'll be a kind man

But these days I'd rather not be a white man.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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