Discrimination

By Honey Lai Dasoc

Now I indite,
From a allusive;
Because I want them to indict,
They always say the illusive.

They always elicit,
That they have appraise;
I want them to apprise,
From all the blame was an illicit.

I want them to censure,
'Cause I feel pique;
More than the mountain's peak,
But no one can be censore.

Everytime their judgements came,
My breath will be hew.
Hope that one day,
That they knew the true hue.

They always at the top of the tier,
And have my precede.
I just shed little tear,
Leave them and will proceed.

I feel like I'm in the isle,
Yet I'm in the aisle.
They were just a lead,
And God always take me led.