Bitter Truth

Black I am
and colorless you say
just a few bruises
and wild you say
not a full pocket
not a big house
nothing to cover my feet
and useless you say
a hungry family
no food to eat
still living in dark
n pathetic you say
a man with reason
asking for help
treated as servile
and beggar you say
cleaning your gutter
washing your feet
drooling for leftover
and human you say