People tell me I can’t blame them for yesterday’s sins.
When they dread me or behead me, I’m the one to call it in.
People ruin all I have built so they can get a lesson.
When they chose to burn me naked, I kept my old dress on.
People talk what they can’t learn but withhold the blame.
When I beg for decency, they claim we’re all the same.
People crush our dreams with dirt but see, nobody wins.
When the guts go down the sink, we cut our lips on rims.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 