Untouchable
Untouchable
We have our own caste system.
Our own way of separating
The elite from…everyone else
We have our own caste system.
We have our own Untouchables
Our own “acceptable” ways of showing disgust…
Towards those who aren’t pretty enough
Or thin enough
Or rich enough
Or successful enough
Or spiritual enough
Or smart enough
Or stylish enough
Or accomplished enough
To meet OUR standards…
We have our own Untouchables!
How do I know?
Because today I felt like an outcast
A failure
A good for nothing
A hideous creature
The lowest in society
In the religious congregation
In the work place
So I tried to hide
My ugly face
My outdated clothes
My pillowy arms
My tear-streaked face
My needy heart
From the perfect people
With the perfect smiles
And the perfect lives
Today, I was an untouchable…
You didn’t bother to touch my face
Or warm me with love
Or smile at me
Or give me a crumb of encouragement
Or look into my eyes
Or let me join your world
Or let me savor your success.
We have our own caste system.
I know…
For I am an UNTOUCHABLE!
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012
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