Dear Society

Dear Society,

Am I  one of you?

Like the morning dew 

That sets upon the lovely rose

That is our great country

Though not to forget that 

The ground is fertilized with fresh blood

Blood that is spilled by many men

Blood that is spilled by my ancestors

Will you let me in?

Though in my life I have known no hardship

Other than that hardship in the life we live 

I am known as the privileged 

The one that dose not know discrimination 

The one that is swallowed by the color of my skin

The color of hate and racism 

Though I know non, though I feel non

I am trapped in my skin

The colorless hue that is the object of destruction

Though I would shed this retched skin if  I could 

This symbol of evil 

That becomes me and my family

But I can not! 

So my fate is sealed 

My life means nothing if I am not the less fortunate

My words like the dew on that rose

That falls crashing to the ground

To become simple meaningless water 

Void of purpose, far from that red rose

Must I beg? 

Beg for my voice to be herd

For my life to mean something 

Though I have not known your pain 

I my self so then can feel non

Beg to be included in the equality 

The equality you fight for 

Equality to include only the oppressed

Only the minority 

Equality I to long for 

But only the few can obtain

Must I bleed?

Bleed like your those oppressed before you 

Bleed for the right to speak 

Bleed for the right to live

For the right to feel pain must be bought

Paid for with the blood of my fathers 

Though they paid non, so what am I

If I am nothing but the color of my skin 

Which is all that is wrong with this world

Would you like me to die? 

Would my death stay your hunger 

Your thirst for vengeance against me 

Though I have done nothing wrong but simply exist 

Will my corps finally lift my words to ears that will listen 

Shall this reached flesh be sacrificed  to give meaning to my life

My I please be a person?

Sincerely-

A straight wight male 

Slayter Martin