How does it feel to be a problem?
Everyone thinks you’re a criminal
For committing a crime
of existing
Into a world that relies on
the physical
More than just nameless
Faithless,
Beings that they swear you are
Not a heathen
Just a human
Looking for more than just
Shallow compromises
Of identity
To belong
In a place
Where difference
Is discouraged
No box
No label
Could ever contain
The remnants of the American dream
Whatever is left
Left in fear
No longer dreaming
Just trying to live
To survive
In a world that
Points fingers and swears that you are different
When we’re merely just
Familiar strangers
So tell me
Tell you
Tell us
Where do I
Where do you
Where do we belong
If it isn’t here?
Living a life that isn’t yours
Color-coded alibis
Color-coded you and I
But
They’re no different
Hiding behind
Constructed words from the tv
Telling them
what to think
About the black sheep
In a white society
Pointing fingers at the wrong things
