A poem about how i feel at work.
I can feel your eyes slitting my throat,
i notice these things,
The jagged edge of your gaze,
I hear the whispers that sufficate me,
you accuse me of atrocities?
you talk in your ignorant hate,
It's not i who decides your fate,
I can't sit in this little room for long,
The tension is destroying,
Your blinded judgement, kills
I know your wicked because its path excites you,
you don't know who i am,
or where i'm from,
or where i'm going,
all you know is that i'm different,
that scares you.