Prejudice Poem by Singleton M. Tate

Causing willful deaths of a 'Thousand Knights'
Yet, I 'Cipher a Legacy'
Adorned Elegance
Trapped in Amaze.

I press to clear the 'Roads of Prejudice'
Evoking the 'Basis of Knowledge'
Bestowed upon my 'DNA'
I Weary,
Driven Aback
In Normalcy, I Lack.

Depths of Refinement without 'True Voice'
'It is I', Spirit sent from 'The Great I AM'
Hear my whispers, my cries
Stifled Through
'Prejudice Eyes'
What Gift,
Am I?