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Foster Anthony Poem
Confuse my kindness, with that of weakness
Mistake my silence, to be speechless
Misread my confidence, as conceit
Assume my failures, predict defeat
Should I be quiet, I’m apprehensive
But speak my mind, I’m too defensive
Words of slander, to defame my name
My head held high, I have no shame
Behind the smiles, jealous and irate
The more I achieve, the more you hate
When I reply, with honest candor
It’s misperceived, as pent-up anger
Alarmed to hear, my use of slang
Removes all doubt, I’m in a gang
Accuse me of, nefarious acts
Supported by, alternative facts
Stay late at work, I look suspicious
Why can’t it be, I’m just ambitious?
Take one day off, because I’m sick
I’m doing drugs, with my friend Rick
The home I own, has to be a rental
Or much more likely, it’s governmental
For no good reason, tried to get me fired
As your new boss, think it’s time you’re retired
May have a GED, but no college degree
Hate to burst your bubble, I have my...Ph.D.
My fashion and style, not in your profile
And yes, my shoes are...real crocodile
Gotta have bad credit, or out on parole
I just smile and pay, with American Express Gold
Just sittin’ and chillin’, talking money and stocks
Think we’re planning a crime, so you call the cops
Inequality cloaked, in every disguise
Can’t believe your eyes, when still I rise
Repeated attempts, to stifle my story
Are of no avail, can’t steal my glory
I am not troubled, nor feel despair
Cause I’ve got JESUS, and the power of prayer
YOU REALLY DON’T KNOW ME!
— ©2017 F.E. Anthony
Copyright © Foster Anthony | Year Posted 2020
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