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.
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