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It Wasn't Just Me


It wasn’t just me It was 200 years being told we were less than human It was 200 years of losing our culture It was 200 years of walking the same ground but not knowing the same earth It was 200 years of being stripped of dignity Of self worth It was 100 years of being on spit on It was 100 years of you can’t play with that kid It was 100 years of not be allowed the same quality of food The same quality of life It was 13 years of fighting 13 years of learning mama was bit by a dog And daddy died just trying to change our world for the better So when I learn I don’t learn just for myself When I play guitar, I do it for those who never had the chance to learn When I play football it’s for those who had to run out of fear and not out of glory The skin I live in, is not my own It shows the strength of a slave girl It shows the silent fury of a strong man The soft spoken women who has proven herself It shows that I am not as weak as I am I am not as broken as they wanted be But rather I arise above the occasion I arise above the situations I am placed in You will not break me I will learn I will eat I live
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