They say, "I Have a Problem"

They look at me and laugh
What! Am I suppose to be a criminal because my pants sag
You look at my image and discriminate against me
If my image is a sore sight to your eyes, then stop starring at me
Thinking that I'm confused
You're the one who's lost
I must admit, I may look rugged, but that's me
You don't know me, so keep your eyes closed and your mouth shut
You don't have any right to judge me by my appearance
You don't even take a chance to try to understand me
I just have only one thing to say to people like you
You're the ones with the problems

By Vann Vorn

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