I’m other-ized And despised By those I surmise Who are none the wise That what they are seeing Is a fellow human being And just that recognition Could improve my condition
I’m vilified And denied When the system’s applied Convicted before tried So it’s easy to hate me Or under rate me What’s harder to do Is to inflate me
I’m over hyped And stereotyped When certain folks griped I’ve been prison striped And not for nothing Removed or forgotten As a direct outgrowth Sometimes I’m both
As you might have deduced I’ve been reduced Forced to ask what’s the use? Told to vamoose And it’s become clear They’d like me to disappear But despite what they’re praying I declare that I’m staying