I am not upset, <br />Because they seem to apply quotas... <br />To my existence. <br />But the monthly statistics, <br />And the cameramen in the backyard... <br />Filming my every move, <br />Can be overwhelming. <br /> <br />It's not that I am against affirmative action. <br />It is the way it is done, <br />That has me believing I 'am' different than everyone. <br />And watched too closely! <br />On a daily basis. <br />And used to remind them of their superiority. <br /> <br />They claim they don't know enough about me. <br />I guess they are referring to my skin color. <br />And how that affords me all of the attention I get! <br />As if that has anything to do with me being so loved? <br />Envy has a way of producing conflict. <br /> <br />One thing is for sure... <br />I am not rolling my eyes at the people on beach, <br />Who already have my skin color. <br />Nor am I trying to get darker... <br />To look good or more healthy! <br /> <br />They've been trying to re-create that, <br />In their laboratories. <br /> <br />Sick are those demented, <br />Who weave these insecurities... <br />Sick are those who expose their wickedness, <br />And sit back to enjoy those of color bleed! <br />And sick becomes a greatness believed... <br />That sinks in obscurity! <br />Left crazed to defend... <br />An offensiveness felt, <br />That angers one of a different colored skin! <br />Or lack thereof.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/affirmative-action-2/
