Head Held High

What makes us so different?

Yes, you and me. 

It could be a little, or alot,

Depending on how you see.

From the color of my skin,

To the thickness of my hair.

Im made to stand out, but I just don't care.

As I walk by, my head is held high.

People stop, and they stare.

"Who's that black girl, that one right there?

Big lips, thick hips, who does she think she is?"

You're scared of my shadow, yes it's black too, 

So you'll never understand the pain I've been through.

They credit my success to luck,

Like I pulled a winning number from the lottery.

But listen here, my future is not handed to me.

Why bang guns instead of gavels?

Preachers of justice, but you don't practice your word.

Shot my brother,

Killed my mother

Held their faces to the ground.

Yelled "Don't Fight!" when they didn't even make a sound.

Your words fill me with indignation.

You've spat upon me, selfish acts of renegation.

God please forgive me for I am so willing

To do such evil deeds only out of spite. 

But I've been taught better, and I know what's right.

Better to fight with your words that to fight with your fists.

It's time we taught that violence is not the gist.

We are fed with real lies,

But I came to realize

Because I've got real eyes

And I can see clearly.

Time to look past the delusion of a white world

And see it as what it is

And what it can be.