The Stare Am I on the inside looking out or on the outside looking in? Is this the road less traveled or somewhere I've already been? Eyes staring ar me, Faces glaring at me. Some frowns, a few smiles; Watching me all the while. Like a flame burning through me, As if the all knew me. With their expectations and narrow minds. Thinking they can see, but they're all blind To the fact of who I really am And I do not Give A Damn!
Reason for writing:
Society expecting me to think and behave in a certain way, due to the color of my skin. I am white, so I can't possibly be hip or fly without "trying to act black". I am expected to act all uptight, go along with the flow and fit in with the rest of white society. I just want to be myself.
Birth sign: Cancer
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