Pluck me away from this horrendous mess
of men, if they are worthy of that title
Bottom of the barrel, lowest of the low
Take me away from this world,
of which, I had no part in its
creation
Be the one to
take me under your wing,
a warm place with no cold
grown men who have eyes that
stare too long,
and their hands in their pockets
A warm place where people are judged
for their character, not their
skin color and we are all colorblind
A warm place where fathers
embrace their daughters, rather than
disgrace them
Someone, anyone
take me to this
warm place