Why Measure Me?
Why measure me with your yardstick
Enduring your arrogance and intellectual spit
Think you could stand the pain it inflicts?
Blame all your social ills on the likes of me
Your new cars, houses and fancy pedigrees
Just who are you to look down on me
Think you can really define what you see?
You’re born into life without a care
Different sides of the track you can’t compare
The pretty rose-colored glasses you always wear
Brush our lives in shades of paint that’s unfair
Because we speak differently
Doesn’t indicate a level of inferiority
Just exposes your insecurity
About your degree of superiority
Take some classes on diversity
Learn about culture differences at the University
It’s not just about adversity
They teach us we don’t have to be bloodthirsty
Get off your high horse and see
How well you handle generations of poverty
If it doesn’t change you quite moderately
Whether you still see poor people as animal property
True-life isn’t always as it seems
From conservatives to fanatical extremes
It’s time to find the middle of the stream
Start encouraging each other to fulfill our dreams
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Robert Williford
Honorably discharged disabled veteran from Arkansas. Did a 12 month tour in Europe and a 6 week deployment to Northwest Africa. I speak a little German and a lot of Spanish. Many Vets lose their way/purpose in life. Your new mission in life, the most important you will ever have, is to become a better father, husband, son and neighbor. It doesn't make you weak to become a better human being. You don't have to be one of the military statistics who either commit suicide or end up in prison.
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