Our Hidden Fears
We are in need of love
Not hate
We are in need of care
Not despair
We are being used like dust pans
You think we are trash
As you open us up and throw us down
Our veins in our body starts to frown
We cry for attention
But yet we’re still being ignored
We wanna focus on our success
Not distress
Our world is full of oppression
As we face depression
You laugh like it’s a facade
While we’re praying to our only god
As our eyes cry out blood
Our skin is being washed away like mud
As we scream out BLACK LIVES MATTER
We should all know that it's not gon change nothing
It is crazy to say
But history will be made
They will never stop believing that our lives matter because they are too egotistical
It was never the intention to believe
That equality is possible
We are just to busy being scared to face the truth
Too busy being scared to walk out our front door
But little do we know the more we come together
The more confidence we have
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