If I had a nickel for
every single
time I've tried to classify
the
populace around me with
a
word, or a catchy phrase,
I could
quit my job for good
and play
Nintendo until my fingers
ached.
Am I an idiot, too lazy
to think
twice? I point
the finger, but I
can't take my own advice.
I put a
name on something and
ever
since, I've made an
art of
building my counterfeit
intelligence.
Seemingly to me, I am
Straightening a world
of cluttered
thoughts and a debris
inside my
head, but I think instead
of
prejudiced and I give
people
names to make me feel
safe.
How does it feel what
does it
take to make me understand?
If I
could only walk a mile
in the
shoes of another man.
If I could
look out through his
eyes and
know what it means to
bleed the
same red blood that
I do.
What is economic status,
and tell
me what is race?
who decides to
Classified taxonomy
of grace? If
one man gets less that
another is
it true, that he is
all that different,
that he is less than
you?