Am I Not a Person?

By: Amari Rogers

I see how you look at me

when I walk down the road.

I hear how you talk about me

when my backs turned.

You can say anything

that will never affect me.

You treat me like a doormat

when you walk all over me.

But at the end of the day

I go to bed with me head held high.

Please when you look at me

can you see the other side of me?

The next time you say something to me

I will not waste

no more breath on you.