The root of my demise, lies within the racial lines
Why should my accent,
Affect how easily I'm accepted?
We pretend to be equal,
...
My eyes become small
& my mind start to wonder
This feeling inside
That unwillingly i ponder.
...
Is it the love or just the lover
Is it forever or just this once,
Then it's over?
Or maybe, just it will be over...
...
I Am No Poet
I am no poet
I just sit & jot
I am no poet
I just like to report
I am no poet
I just like to read
I am no poet
WAIT! Maybe I am