Do you really know me?
I know you don't
You believe that you understand my emotions
You even believe my life is a fantasy
And for that, I respond:
"You never truly know someone
until you've walked a mile in their shoes"
The descrimination of my people hurts me
I feel as if I want to cry
They don't know me
Yet I still get teased and picked on
Aren't I a human too?
We are the future, not the past
So, we need to stand up
Against the oppression
As MLK said,
"Violence is not the answer"
So on one last note, I say
Don't act the way we are percieved
As one people