Who Cares |
by Beaufort "Artt" Jenkins |
Blessed to wake up in the morning Frustration as I breathe Reflections of my face Judgment when I'm perceived My shoes are hard to fit Some will never understand The world I live in is different They don't look at us like a man My anger comes from pain Always yearning to be accepted The only one in the room Yet they still don't feel my presence The world is so cold Show us hope, we know despair No matter how much I try It seems they will never care |