Handicap

Handicap

A Poem by John Byrd

So much I want to tell you.
Handicapped to expression.
I physically can not.

They would call me Oreo.
Black on the outside
White on the inside.

I thought we all looked the same
inside.
Organs?

We just come in different shades
With different personalities.
There is no "black" personality.
You have cultures
Yes.

Me being black does affect how I think
But there is no uniform black thought.
No uniform black action.

Preconceived notions can go die.
Can I just be myself?
Don't handicap my expression.

© 2014 John Byrd


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"Can I just be myself?" Amen, but no you can't . there are those who want to bunch up in a crowd and make life miserable for people not like them. Keep your way of thinking and you will be better off than those who would crown you. Nice, intelligent write.

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John Byrd

9 Years Ago

Thanks for the encouragement and the review!



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wow.. really nice.. keep it up!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Can I just be myself?" Amen, but no you can't . there are those who want to bunch up in a crowd and make life miserable for people not like them. Keep your way of thinking and you will be better off than those who would crown you. Nice, intelligent write.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

John Byrd

9 Years Ago

Thanks for the encouragement and the review!

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John Byrd
John Byrd

Detroit, MI



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