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creature The lowest in society In the religious congregation In the work place So I tried to hide My ugly face My outdated clothes My pillowy arms My tear-streaked face My needy heart From the perfect people With the perfect smiles And the perfect lives Today, I was an untouchable…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!