You see
My skin
My face
My size
My hair
My legs
You judge by
My color
My cleft lip
My larger than life style
My single leg
You single me out
You spread rumors
That I steal
That I'm ugly
That I eat 6 meals a day
That I'm pathetic
You judge me by my appearance
MLK had a dream
A dream that his four children
Would not be judged by the color of their skin
But the content of their character
That dream hasn't been lived
I am labeled
I am judged
He gets arrested
She kills herself
She's anorexic
He.
He writes this poem
He brings a voice to this world
He says you don't want to be judged
As much as you judge
You don't want to face the end of that stick
It is laced with poisons
He is still here
Talk to me if you need it