fauxcroft

We rise, we fall

Day after day,

As we struggle

To deal with all the pain,

Of ordinary life

And the mundane,

We live a life less equal.

We can’t seem to make a breakthrough

In a life that can be so cruel,

Where we are judged by colour or gender

And we all know the ending,

Yet somehow we still must find a way

To make the most of it to be happy,

Despite others ignorance

And perception that we are worth much less,

Even though we are as talented as everybody else.