Why do I stop, to think about the world rotating, imitating, contemplating a revolution of a new beginning that got me wishing for Gods blessing and thinking of how to get by because you have to stress to make a success of all the mess and the rage you go through everyday. <br /> <br />I skip a heartbeat. Throw it all away, walk back into my cave and wait for the next day where roses blossoms on the milky way and the pain goes away, but only subsides because I have to fight for my sanity in society so that one day I will realize what inside of me to develop all of me to grow potentially in harmony with the best of me so that I recognize my individuality. <br /> <br />I don’t want to be a victim anymore. A victim of stereotypes, cultural suicidal forms that melt my skin and erode my identity. Society discards me. Neglects me, hates me, fears me and eventually kills me, for I am different.<br /><br />Melvyn Mohan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cultural-lines/
