Martin Luther King Jr We Thank You
 

I sit at a bench
fishing in waters of hell
a vivid memory in my mind
of a drastical change in history
I reel my line closer as I think deeper
back when racism had lived
I walk down the street
alone and cold I talk to noone
for noone is to be talked to
I am noone
im so hungry
my stomach aces after every step
I could vomit right now
as I push open the door
a simple sight of neglectivity passes my face
what a discrace Im yelled at
he should be fed puke
discusted as I am
Im still hungry and my stomach hurts
I simply walk towards the drink section
grab a carton of milk
a turkey sandwich and approach the desk
a slap across my face
a scream that I deserve to be dead
noone cares how hungry I am
for all I am is an ape
I dont deserve to be fed
I throw up on the floor and beg the man
please ring me up!
i beg for theres not much longer
I have not ate for long
as Im checked out
as I walk out the door I noticed i step in a puddle
my new jeans I bought
I was so proud of them my last penny I spent
ruined.....
but yet I dont have feelings
nobody cares for the man whos black
im not even there
I could be shot now no funeral..
that splash of water awakes me
so I say thank you to Martin Luther King....