Labels
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:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world