Burning with disdain
For every refrain.
I would put a tune
To my every sand dune.
The world's a crazy place.
For someone of my race.
Wouldn't know what to do.
I am all around you.
Would I go replace
A face for your face
And then would you be sad
At my action mad.
I am gaining ground
Within my own self
This is not a game
Not a part of shame
Why is that I burn
Isn't it now your turn?
Maybe it's the other one's turn,
ReplyDeleteto write a poem like you, and express the burns. :)