To The World Poem by Aaron Gotham

To the world, I am a menace.
Another picket sign raised into the air
The sound of smoke bombs and riot yelling
The sound of the S.W.A.T Team's feet rumbling across the empty lanes.

To the world, I am a superstar
A football player, running the field of Rebellion.
A boy with Autism, too smart to express what it "Really means."
The last known source of a good time.
The last known source of any absence of time.

To the world, I am a communist.
A dirt bag full of recognition.
Another spoken word that proves the point
Another whisper to the young that speaks what I really am.
Another innocent that proves, he is not a fraud.

And what I really am, Isn't what I really am.

I am a sperm cell, to the world.
Thoughts of another soul
The point that proves; the spoken words lie
The man who hates a sport, for the way it looks.
The recognition of nothing, except his fate.

To the world, in once I've told my secrets.

Tell them, who I am. Tell them, I am a fraud.