Own My Face

No way, have you check your English? Grammatically, you write, Every sentence wrong, I am graduate, Literature is my subject but I can’t write. Why do you write in my language? I know, you are writing for your fame, I know, you are dreaming be a rich man, But I can tell you, your writing is rubbish. Do you know why you came to us? Only to earn money, you think this is a way, To teach my generation about poors, And poverty, we developed this country. Why shall we give you a place? Your place is in feet’s, your own nation, Spits own you that are why you are crying, You are a Dalit, nobody have mercy for nothing. You have a best way stop your writing, We can spare you if you are a worker, We didn’t except you to be a wise man, You are a forth class worker in your country. We accept you a worker is it n’t enough? Why do you write about discriminations? What do you know about differences? He dragged a full glass beer own my face.