I stare at them from the lonely outskirts,
My skin resembles the dirt I live in,
I stare at the walled society from the lonely outskirts.
I Observe how the sheep created a tight circular barrier around their shepherds.
So, I have become vigilant about my moves.
Because I was once a sheep just like them,
Until I realize the wool I was wearing, was actually nothing but a mental costume.
An sly ruse, to keep you under the shepherd shoe.
The shepherds dance,sing,& rap;
Even gave the sheep social media and tv,
So the shepherds can even entertain,
The sheep all the way in the back.
So I glared at them from the lonely outskirts,
Since I realized my skin is brown,
Just like the dirt I live in.
But not crayon black,
Like how the shepherds describe to the sheep all the way in the back.
So, I glared at the sheep that created circular walls around the shepherds.
The Sheep all look the same, & carry the same despicable stench.
For the sheep stuck in the mental fence …
For I was once a sheep just like them …
Until I started howling,
instead of baaing ¡
I started growling,
Instead of accepting, !
I began to lead,
& So I stop following
The other sheep were baffled,
By my changes
The other sheep teased and pick at my strangeness,
The other sheep despised my uniqueness,
To the point where I had to question myself:
“Is it okay to be different ?”
“Aren’t we human ?”
“If we all are suppose to be the same, then why is all our thumb prints all different ?!”
Then, a sense of clarity struck me like lightening striking the earth.
& The mental fence the shepherds were
Building, since I have been on this earth crumbled.
&, I was a sheep no more …
But a Melanin Young man,
Who struck fear in the shepherds like the wolves !