Let It Go.

Part of a different Social Class.

Not below the line of poverty,

don't get me wrong,

I'm grateful for what I had;

My Dad provided so Fatherly.

But, still sunk enough that some kids

wouldn't even bother with me.

Excluded,

due to my lack of toys and technology.

I was a chipper kid though!

I trucked on through

Smiles all over my face hiding any hint of the truth

I did have friends,

some of which fell through;

But mostly we just grew apart and

as I started new journeys,

They did too.

But still, Even today,

When I look back on it with 20/20 Hindsight

I can feel the

Blatant Exclusion

perpetually keeping me up at night.

"They tease you until they like you",

some would say.

But time is ticking, my soul is ripping,

and I don't know if I have it in me

to wait long enough,

For that day.

I'm sorry I don't have the items that make you content,

All my families hard earned money was way too well spent.

Im tired of your ridicule,

do something about it or

keep it inside of you.

Whatever you do,

Just please stop staring me down like I'm being held in

Contempt.

I can't say that though,

I don't want to sink to your level.

As a matter of fact,

I don't even want to be your

"Bro"

I have brothers all around me,

Different Bloods,

Genders,

Races,

And Sexual Preferences,

All surround me.

So really,

I don't have time for your little

Dog & Pony show.

You can go jet-skiing all you want,

just don't bother us

real people

I'm finally just starting,

to let it go.