The world looks at me

them, they are above

filled with such surfeit

hate, they’ve learned to love

I look to them even

they look to me, disdain

all I ask for is a chance

all they give me, pain

If it would inflict hurt

me they’d love to kill

they can destroy my body

they’ll never beat my will

So me they always do taunt

my temper they wish to meet

I’ll give them no such pleasure

I stare meekly at my feet

My self-respect I need

as strong as is my blood

mot minded by the bastards

they see it as it were mud

Someday I’d love to hurt them

those assholes I would slay

freedom, oh freedom

it would be a fine day

But then, they and I

we’d be all the same

I’d be just like them

I’d be my own bane

NM Feb./98