Newcomer
They say we are like them,
They say they love us.
Because we are the same!
Why do they not talk,
Why do they not mingle,
But why with them, themselves?
But only with friends from selected groups.
How can they say they love?
Why do they attempt to bleach their cloth,
To polish their shoes?
Liars.
Is it because I am gray?
Maybe because i am not shiny enough.
Or maybe, lovely enough.
Perhaps, the dust of my feet that sticks to the tiles,
of an air-conditioned auditorium, its shiny floor.
I am only a sitting duck
I am poor.
So maybe its because.......
Hey love your newcomers. Don't judge them. THIS is the way they feel if you don't really care of their existence. Love them.
