I may be just that child
Who lives in the town
Where school dropouts reign
But I am not a truant
I may be just that child
Who lives in that suburb
Where majority live by begging
But I am not a beggar
I may just be that boy
Who lives in the street
Where all heinous crimes are rife
But I am not a criminal
I may just be that boy
Who lives in the ghetto
Where every hard drug is sold
But I am not a drug user
I may just be that boy
Who lives in the slum
Where ex-convicts abound
But I am not a jailbird
I may be just that girl
Who lives near that brothel
Where every sex worker began
But I am not a prostitute
I may be just that girl
Who enters that clinic
Where every pregnancy is aborted
But I am not an abortee
Sometimes circumstances
thrust people into situations
and cast a shadow that is not
true of their real selves.
Until you zoom in and zoom out
the images you have,
hold your judgement!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A most apt admonition dear sis. Stereotyping is a huge problem. It seems so easy to think in aggregates and ignore individuality! Keep it up.
Thank you John.