I can’t
I don’t know where to start
“This one is no good.”
The words that are stuttered
After they put us in a line up
Couldn’t tell me apart
I can’t
Say what’s on my mind
Frustrated at not playing a part
“Trying to be creative?”
The question I’m asked
After they read each line
Concluded I’m “tryna be smart”
I can’t
Be an ass pulling a cart
“Said the clown claiming hard work”
The thing that gets whispered
About my contribution to the line
Reveals my speed makes them see me in park
I can’t
I’m tired
It’s breaking my heart
Wondering if I made a mistake
And where did it start