29 April 2012
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.
In A White Town • Opuss № I