there was a woman in the place

there was a woman in the place
she gave me a look
i was just sayin a little comment
taklin about how slow the thing was
but ive never seen someone so condescending in my life
give someone sugar they give you poison
that seems to be the way
i dunno if its the beard
if its the skin
if its the clothes
but im not sure whatever it is
this woman just had nothin to do with me
and i cant help but feel if i was wearni a bit different clothin
or if my hair was cut differently
maybe my skin was a bit lighter
maybe i talked a bit differently
that perhaps id hit the magic spot
thats one thing that kinda struck me
i was in a room full of indian people
at first i felt proud
surrounded by people like me
was pretty nice
music was playin
people're dancin
then i saw the kids at the bar
and i saw the kids walkin around
noticed that when i stopped to stand that a crowd would form
these kids are almost beggin for someone to lead them
but to what
and to where
and am i really indian?
i thoguht my parents only raised me sikh
it kinda made me sad
i felt like i was surrounded by people who werent really like me
i had more in common with the people at the "dive bars" than the people here
at least thats what kirby called it
"dive bars"
what a fuckin joke
its just a fuckin bar like any other place
even fucking kirbys not my type of people anymore
what exactly is my type
or maybe im too old to have a type
maybe now i define myself
but thats probably a good thing