Breathing my Mind into Your Face

I’m like a goat at the zoo. Nobody wants to see the male, middle class white guy exhibit but I stay fed thanks to my handlers, the forefathers of the USA. My life in captivity keeps me fat but not hungry, protected from greatness by safety.  I’ve got a longer life expectancy. I’m protected by my habitat. I’ve never had to survive in the wild. I’ve only seen death in a casket not on a street. I want to help with my money not my hands. I want my three squares and running water. There are plenty of people that live in the wild that would like to burn down the zoo so I can see what they see.