The Chosen People

A father’s words will shape
his son’s thoughts like clay.
You take a father away and
it’ll leave a young man handicapped.
See most of us are in rehab,
nursing a wound that won’t heal
not even a pill or a brace
could subside this inner pain.
How can you run with a limp?
We’re the underdogs that never quit
adapting to the world’s
cruelty and false gifts.
We’ll smile with no teeth
because we still have lips
that speak old spirituals
and a contagious culture.
What do you call the people
who are constantly oppressed
But still mimicked and obsessed over?
You call them THE CHOSEN PEOPLE.