This Is Who I Am
Who am I?
Ha!
Someone you will soon learn to despise
Or even like.
Doesn’t really matter,
I will never really know what you think of me.
For the reality is
That I will never be able to feel what you feel.
Think what you think.
For that matter,
Sense what you sense.
But I digress,
Like any preacher
Or teacher
That never seems to address the subject matter at hand.
Well, let me tell you,
I am someone that has suffered from different types of oppression.
It might not mean anything to you though
Because sometimes we become complacent with what we have
Or what we get.
I don’t blame you.
I don’t even blame you,
When you pass me by,
On the street,
And don’t notice me.
I am not famous by any means.
I even seem to blend in with the crowds,
But deep down I am distinct.
Except you probably won’t know this
Because to you,
I might be a ‘nobody’.
A soul without a ‘name’.
But I do assure you,
I have a lifetime of experience to attest for it.
Do you want to hear?
I am sure you don’t,
And if you do,
Well, then I am glad to know you can open your heart.
Compassion is a trait to embrace,
Which I embrace everyday.
So, Who am I?
A person you could never efface.
A person to stand up next to
And fight for justice today.
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