by Barbara Griffin

Created on: September 05, 2009   Last Updated: September 06, 2009

Am I So Different

Am I so different than the rest of you

Those who ridicule me because I'm considered

Less fortunate from the throne of your view

My clothes maybe hand me downs, old and faded

My shoes are nearly worn out and badly faded

My hair isn't fresh and clean, glossy and shiny

Or pinned up prim and proper all neat and tidy

I'm poored than most but a level above homeless

Which automatically denies me being a candidate

To be invited to your home as an honored guess

I spend of lot of time in pain and secretly crying

In this world we attend of the living and dying

People like you are cruel with malice in your hearts

Not waiting until my back is turned, your ridicule starts

You mock me to my face and laugh at my disgrace

I breathe the same air as your high and moral life

Yet I don't get the respect I've earned for my strife

I see you whispering, grinning and making fun of me

And realize you're not the kind of person I want to be

I admit I feel sorrow for you and even somewhat sad

Knowing that attacking others makes you feel glad

Your lack of self esteem is a mark of scarlet treason

As you lash out against others for no good reason

Even though I'm here like you and share a vital goal

To educate myself and become better as a whole

I don't think I'm a lower version or a lesser sequel

I've attained the same level which makes me equal

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