Reflections

Am I the only one

To get affected

When you call me names 

And it's reflected

By everyone else

And more?

Am I the only one

To get sore

When your heartbeat's steady

And mine's ashore

When it needs the sea?

Could we let it be?

Am I the only one

To get deflected 

When everyone else

Is accepted

Even the niggas back home?

Should I be writing this poem?

Am I the only one

To have disbelieved

-when they've got much up their sleeves-

In their Lord

Whom they look up to?

Cuz He can't be good

If this is what they do?

Is this my cue?

Am I the only one 

To stand again

When I'm pushed down

And it's began

When they frown,

I smile,

And I'm pushed below

On the tiles

Of my own home?

It's vile

And isn't this my cue

To pick up my pieces and stand again

When they frown and I smile?

And it's began.

As I sang,

It's began.