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

Who Cares by Beaufort "Artt" Jenkins

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