Why Me

by Zamounde Allie

Why I asked should I be the one
Isn't my punishment said and done
I went out of my way to please
Drank many concoctions to ease
But still you dis' me
And I asks again
Why me
Jumped over obs'
Many laid-off jobs
My head at late nite beats bobbed
A tear or two behind doors I'd sobbed
Can't compete with a computer
A pencil is my only suiter
I could erase
To suit my fate
Too stupid they say
But smart enough for a table to waite
I smoked words never unheard
At coffee shops
And FM airway shops
My disgruntled tired being
My innocense's sting
I sunk into the microphone's  windscreen
My stolen pride redeemed
Why me
Because He knew that I would keep steppin'
He knew that I had the energy
To overcome almost anything
With my head up
That I would not get too fed up
Give up
Or shut up
Why me?
A human being
Still working
Not as fast as the micro-chip
But the average tasks I'd whip
With multiple choices A thru E
My daily deed
To stay on my feet
Every once in awhile I just have to ask
Why me

Why Me by Zamounde Allie

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