Ghost Poem

a reflection in the mirror

no color in your face

not sure who you are today

don’t wanna know your race

 

born in our neighborhood

taught yourself a different tongue

ashamed of what you used to be

we knew you when you were young

 

changed your looks with chemicals

insist we call you a different name

living in a fantasy

believing in your own game

 

traded in your culture

for something you never were

prefer to hang with “him”

when you used to hang with ‘her”

 

how does it feel to be a ghost

roaming free among the lost?

such a high price for anonymity

is it really worth the cost?

 

you take yourself so serious

but we’re laughing silently

 

we hope that you don’t hear us

we hope that you don’t see

we hope that you’ll agree

to see things differently

the way things ought to be

although you still are family

you are a ghost to me