Lee.Poetry

If there ever was a bad friend or lover, It is I. Concerned only with my satisfaction. Quenching my own desire. Making you a tool. Using you, for my own selfish gain. It is not fair, That I expect you, To mimick my behaviour and emotions. Laugh when I smile, cry when I am sad. You share my sorrow and joy, but I leave you to drown in yours.  Give you a push, when you are tumbling down. I laugh when you loose, feel anger when you win. I have trashed your name, flushed you down the toilet.  Vent my anger on you, belittle you  so that I feel superior.  It is no secret what I do You have been warned-told.  I am poison-evil. I carry an unholy mark Promised to the devil He awaits me in the fires of hell. But, you look at me, Like I am the sunshine.  You treat me gentle with love.  You paint me as the beautiful painting That I am not. The touch of my needle fingers Makes you smile. The reflection of my face in your eyes, Wow, it's beautiful! I am in your thoughts-dreams, the chambers of yo

Who am I? I am me. What am I? I am flesh, blood and bone. Why do you define me by the colour of my skin, the straigtness of my hair. You have classified me as a thing in your mind. I have been rejected by those whose skin tone resembles mine.  I am a product of intermarriage and interbreeding  Such is the blood that runs through my veins. They have put me in an identity crisis.  I find myself searching  for a people, my people  Who I can call my own kind, but all doors shut in my face. No living being will let me in. They have titled me a wanna be blank piece of paper, because of a tongue that is not mine by choice but faith. Their minds are in boxes, it impairs their vision. Can't you see that I am more then my race group. I am more then the language I speak. They knit themselves together in a desperation to belong-be strong.  I now see, the finger of accusation pointed towards me was done so out of fear. I am the first of my kind and my existence will breath life to many others l