Democratically Elected Poems Don't Have Titles

“Sit down, don’t speak, make sure you know your place
You’re here because we have to let you be
But don’t forget the marks upon your face”
As if we ever could; they’re all you see

We say it’s worst except for all the others
A joke, we laugh, we got from history
And yet we mourn our sisters and our brothers
And hear the lie that everyone is free

So don’t forget to vote this coming fall
Unless of course your vote is incorrect
It’s how you serve the system, after all
But here we are, still waiting for respect

Though you may call a title just a name
Thus far it’s one more way we’re not the same

Part of Poem-a-Day 2014. Title donated by Richard S.