Why me? The girl
In the back
The girl who’s “black”
Why was I –
Chosen -wasn’t my choice
Never had a,
True unmistakable unique voice.
Why me? Can’t they-
See what’s wrong.
Can it be I’m afraid,
To be set
Free- tell me how
To be me.
Why me? I worry -
About everything when,
Everything isn’t worried about,
Little ole me.
Sometimes I wish my life
Could be carefree.
Why me? Dear God
If it’s me,
What did I do -
To make you,
Hate me. Or
Maybe you can see-
The life you
Have already planned for
Me …. Why me?
YOU ARE READING
Coping
PoetryA collection of poems I've written since I was 7 till now. all the poems I wrote at a younger age have been edited and revised. But I look forward to new ways to improve my poems so please leave comments on what's working and what's not. Thank you...
