Call me Fet. (revised)

Hello, you can call me fet.

That's what my friends would call me,

If we'd ever met

Let me start off with jealousy

The envy of what you can't get,

Which is all I can feel.

I try, and try, but can't seem to forget.

You have laughter, and you shed tears,

Things they thought I would never contain.

You feel excitement, and you have fears,

Two more, they thought I didn’t claim.

You are loved, if only by one.

I wasn’t “enough” to earn theirs.

They did something that can't be undone.

They made a mistake

So I was their punishment

They couldn't stand more time with me,

So they gave no acknowledgment

That I. Am. Human.

Before I was even a thought,

The “choice” was made.

Having sex was the blade.

Do you know what fet is short for?

F-E-T-U-S

And that's the only characteristic

They think I possess.

All these things the thought and think.

Have we not learned from history?

Were not blacks thought as non-human too?

Did you not see my little fingers and little toes?

Did you not hear the heartbeat whose sound always grows?

Did you not know, when my skulled was crushed,

My screams of terror were abruptly hushed?

“Shhh!” Wickedness loudly screeched,

He told me that they had already been reached.

That they had played into his hands,

And now, out of all the lands,

I am in heaven,

But this world's gone to hell.