A Color Worth Being Shaken
Mistaken
Always shaken
We move because we're told
But it's getting old
Tired of these rules
The tools
They say, the tools to life
To growing and succeeding
To living and competing
Jump, run, and go
They say it but really though
What do they mean
What to they see in the unseen?
The hidden scars
The ones behind bars,
Me and you, you and me
Where else can we be
But misunderstood
Never even heard
They shake us
Trying to get their point across
But it doesn't change us
Firm in our roots
No budging these boots
These shoes
Oh there's another story
Another glory, you see
It's you it's me
But all they see
Is what's underneath
No, not what's beneath just underneath the clothes
The skin the color and kin
No wait I'm mistaken again
They don't see actually
They are blind, matter of fact-ly
Instead of what's beneath
Of what's within
They see the stains dripping
They see when we're sinning or tripping
Messing up
Giving up
No.
Don't give in
Don't give up
Not to them, not to us.
We allow them to use us
Abuse us
Betray us
And destroy us
We lie and amazingly we get by
One at a time.
Losing that battle
Losing our sight
Not a physical being
But an emotional feeling
The one that brings you to your knees
The kind that rips your heart from your chest
Still, we lie, saying it's our best
Afraid of disappointment
Of really showing our colors
Black, white, yellow, red
Why does it matter what colors we shed?
Check the box, they tell us.
Mark the ethnicity that confines us
The age that undermines us
The gender that defines us.
But why, we ask.
Why should we be told
What to do..
Who to hold
Last time I checked,
We didn't need to disinfect
When a black hand touched white skin.
So pick up your jaw
We don't listen to it all
You can persist
But it will be dismissed,
Let us coexist
In love or in hate
Whatever it will take
It's done
But has it even begun
No looking back!
It'll take them aback
We attack
With words with meaning
Worth intervening.
They fight us
Again try to destroy us
Backing their cruelty, their heartlessness
Blaming us for the decisions we've made
But we're know longer afraid
For we know we have not betrayed
No we have succeeded.
No, we have exceeded!
The goals we set
We crossed,
We embossed.
Showing them that we cannot be defined by a color,
A race,
A gender,
Or a face
No.
No longer mistaken
But now they're the ones who are shaken.
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