Not All I Am I Am

Look away
At the street
Line of eye following line of curb
You won't see my colors
Just concrete blur
You think I'm thus
Flat as a photo pressed under plastic
It's not right to tear me and toss me
Away for an action
A few unthinking actions
They didn't affect you directly
You too eager bystanders
Chickenhawks, that dive at the wounded, expose more of themselves than my faults yet unscarred
Don't peck too quickly into business not your own
Stand off!
You do not define me with your words of white sprayed lines and narrow streets
Those go both ways
So look away
Look away again
It's what you're best at in the end.