Skin Alone
For something you think I have?
I've read your poems
You accuse the reader
Of privileges assumed by skin alone.
Why do you judge me?
You're here the same as I.
How did you get here, I ask
If it is you who claims to be broke, not I?
You seem the type who works
And complains of no cash
Because you're social
And text it all away.
I only appear to have money
Grandma and Grandpa aint dead yet.
There is no guarantee that I'll get more than
Four children
Seven other grandchildren
Countless family overseas
Don't accuse me ‘cuz you have potential
I'm just another face for the crowd.
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