Those words of satire,
How you mock my attire.
Passing such statements,
Degrading comments.
You do not want to hear from me,
My face is last thing you would want to see.
To be respected isn’t my fate.
Nothing about me that you wouldn’t hate.
Questioning my belief,
The only thing that gives me relief.
Never did I ever judge,
And yet you smudge
Such filth on my face.
A shame am I to my race.
Bury me alive,
As I am unable to survive.
This world couldn’t be my abode,
Like an alien I strode
Putting my face in a beehive,
It is too late to let my heart revive
.There’s a world against me
I couldn’t foresee