I want to pursue happiness
Like everyone else
But somehow I can't
Isn't this America?
People keeping secrets
Judging me 24/7
Telling lies
Claiming suicide
Why can't I pursue happiness too?
Oh wait....
I know now....
That's not for my skin color....
I'm too pale.....
Too judgmental
Too immature
Unlikeable
I'm so sorry...
I guess I forgot....
My friends never existed...
It was all an illusion...
I wish my race was an illusion....
Just like my happiness is an illusion..
So sorry....
I keep praying....
Hoping...
That I can pursue happiness too....
But I know....
That's not allowed
Not by the people before me
I'm too racist
At least I tried....
Maybe if I burn myself till I'm dark...
Then can I join you inside?
I know it'll hurt...
But nothing hurts worse...
Than not having happiness at all...
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the heart of Ariel Cross
PoetryThis is a poem. Interpret it as you will. This is all emotions, so don't accuse this of bullying. This poem was made out of past experiences, and is made to stop racism. With that being said, enjoy!
