Is it him?
Is it me?
They say he is out of my leaque.
Says who?
Says they.
Says the one who looks down on
me as if I was prey.
What makes them right and
me so wrong?
Isn't love suppose to be
a sweet song?
As long as it is a song they sing.
But what about me?
Can't I be happy and free?
Not according to racism and prejudice
in society.
Poem by Janie De Coster
Author of
Love on The Wrong Side of Town
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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