Grass growing tall
Flowers trampled down
Fluffy white fog follows the direction of the tallest grass.
But trailing behind,
Almost hidden in darkness of nature
Runs a black sheep
Trying to become one with the majority.
Every attempt to catch up,
He lacks and is left behind.
Kicked, pushed, abandoned, and ignored
He bounces like a cloud of walking worry,
The definition of segregation.
“That one sheep stands out like a sore thumb” a woman says,
An ignorant tourist spills to another man beside her,
A woman looking through the eyes of the white sheep.
“So do you.” I say
Flowers trampled down
Fluffy white fog follows the direction of the tallest grass.
But trailing behind,
Almost hidden in darkness of nature
Runs a black sheep
Trying to become one with the majority.
Every attempt to catch up,
He lacks and is left behind.
Kicked, pushed, abandoned, and ignored
He bounces like a cloud of walking worry,
The definition of segregation.
“That one sheep stands out like a sore thumb” a woman says,
An ignorant tourist spills to another man beside her,
A woman looking through the eyes of the white sheep.
“So do you.” I say
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