In A White Town

The plain bag. That's what I am. The plain bag. I'm there but I'm just a burden. Shunted, ignored, worthless. Nothing but scrap paper to be torn to shreds in the hands of a child.
To them.

I'm the man no one cares about. Not even worthy to be called a man. To them the title of a thing is a rank high above me. Dust on the road. A blot on creation. A mere error of the universe.
To them.

I wish I could be like them. But I can't, I'm all I am and that's all I ever can be. I don't know what I am. Inferior, equal, superior. I'm torn between emotions. Sorrow, anger, pity. Even though I am abused I pity them, they restrict themselves to what they know.

The reason I'm so maltreated.

I'm a black man in a white town.