Sterotypical
I live among you
I am one of you
In your world, I have no place
I carry secrets in which I cannot erase
In my heart fear is written upon my face
Yet you persecute me
And try to eliminate me from the human race
You judge me and say,
God won’t give me grace
But I am here to plead my case
I am the child that God gives chase
I am the one he loves to embrace
For in his house I am not seen as a big disgrace
Nor does he exclude me out of his Father's Heavenly place.
Copyright © Scarlette Howard | Year Posted 2019
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