A man walking towards me stopped to stare,
No, it wasn't a stare, it was more of a glare.
His faced looked pained, I had no idea why,
Then what flowed from his mouth almost made me cry.
"Oh my God!" he said in a not so pleasant tone,
"You're so ugly and worthless too."
He continued with a phrase that would cut through me,
"There is no place here for people like you!"
"Blacks are nothing,
blacks should be my slaves.
They're lower than street dogs,"
Then he left with a wave.
I stood there in shock,
Complete disarray.
Should I cry?
What should I say?
My heart fell to the concrete,
It shattered all around,
Where it was trampled by on-coming feet,
Pounded into the ground.
I am worthless? Could he be right?
Should I defend myself or put up a fight?
I felt my soul shutting down, I didn't want to feel,
I'd rather be numb than admit this was real.
How could he be so bold? How could he be so cold?
How could one fathom what I'd just been told?
I have to move on with this chip on my shoulder,
From the random stranger, the hater, the scolder.
Gold trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
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