What Is Wrong With That?
I see the world
what is wrong with that?
I hear the world
what is wrong with that?!
I feel the world
What is wrong with tahe?!
I am perfectly normsl
I do not sit in a wheelchair
or use crutches
or a cane
Yet I am made guilty because I am who I am
I have white skin
And it is treated like it is a sin
Although I have as little choice over it as antone
I am me
Yet I am accused of long done deeds.
Like the blod is on my hands.
Accuse me of a crime that I have committed
and I will stand trial,
But do not blame me for something that was not done by me.
Copyright © Natalie Lekang | Year Posted 2006
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