Race In The Dirt

Woe, woe, to the man in the dirt
Much too loud
Who says words don’t hurt

I love and I flirt
Yet moved by lust found
I’m not sure

What my face is worth
Or who I am now
Am I still that nerd

Shy words given to pretty girls
Yet not even a wow
As I learn

My own people spurn
Dare I ask why or how?
We should all burn

Hatred for us all earned
“You People” keep me down
Woe, woe, to the man in the dirt
Who says words don’t hurt

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