How Little


How Little

You looked at me
At once
You formed an opinion
Then you learned
About my ethicity
About my religion
Your opinion became stronger
You voiced it
I became your joke
Your escape
Your reason
By birth
I am born into
No choice of mine
I stand tall
I am sweet and kind
I live a life of service
You do not see this
Your bigotry prevents
It is your torment
Your prison
How Little you are
A human I am
Know me
I am more than what you see

Drew Frederic

Genre: Cubism; Medium: Oil Pastel


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