Classist Ways by Kiranjot Assi
Snap! Crack! Whip!
Did I do something wrong?
I never noticed,
the residue on these silver spoons.
The determination in me,
was still strong.
I wanted to impress you,
and change your classist ways.
But I think,
that I have made a mistake.
The only reputation I have,
is the money I earn,
not luck, intelligence, or even concern.
I care for you,
cook for you,
keep all your trash.
But you only keep me around,
to beat and thrash.
When something happens, that is wrong
I take all blame.
You never look back, do you think I'm insane?
I want to be free,
and not have a tag.
To be known for who I am,
and not by my class.
And then, I think, as I rot in jail,
The only way out of this misery,
is to come out of my reverie.
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