Your skin shade is far lighter than mine.
Similar to the weight on your shoulders
Or what you carry on the
Plate that has been stacked with riches
How could you ever starve?
I've felt a volcano bubble in my stomach
Steam shoots out of both ears
I spit ash
There is fire in my eyes
I am enraged at the sight of you
You have no idea what it feels like.
The winter winds form bumps on my face
Chills rush through my body
I wish I could flip up the hood on my sweater
But I’ll look too suspicious
I'd rather freeze than hear them utter
That very word
You have no idea what it feels like.
And you never will.
They would never allow you too.
You're too precious.
I'm another name to be engraved on a stone
Another tragedy to spark a revolution
What do we fight for?
Repetition?
Is my existence merely a piece of poetry?
Line after line.
The same sentence
Both arms crossed against my spine.
Locked behind bars of accusation
It matters not if I'm innocent or guilty
I've always been who they want me to be
That's where we're alike
The single similarity
We will always be who they want us to be
You will be catered to
Stuffed until you burst
And I will make best friends with greed
Because I am desperate to see a plate that is identical to yours
You have no idea what it feels like.