I'm the albino zebra at the watering hole
I wore my stripes with shackles and chains
Against all odds stripped of my rights
face the facts ... The judicial system
it's like if I were round or square
I could be sitting still or rolling down a hill
The differences are obvious Calvary
The color of my ink does not change
not because I'm white but because I write Autopsy of a poet
Do you see? it doesn't matter if my ink is pink, purple or blue on perishable paper
It's an array of colors
You see and feel these words too.
Bob Jenkens
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