You May Think

You may believe

That I'm oppressed

Tortured and depressed

That I don't apprehend

Your rude words

Filled with vowels and cruel sounds.

You may think

that I go around

Oblivious to the hatred

That you throw at me.

You may think that I have

No voice,

No soul,

Just a body, tortured and alone.

That there is no "me",

Instead, an "it".

An "it" that is aquired and used

Thrown back and forth.

You may think this way

That we have nothing to say,

That we will eventually fail

and never rise,

But you don't know me.

That's the thing!

You don't see,

You only know the media;

You believe the T.V screen

draped in lies and devious mirage,

But then again,

That's what you might think.

However, that's not me!