The purpose to be oppressed
Judge or not to judge is an option,
Be different than others, can be emotional
Work as slaves and be treated like them
Is ironic, but there is no compassion.
The purpose to be oppressed,
It to be different in the society
Different than anybody
That its a quality, that make us unique
In this world now ours dreams,
Are not available as we reached.
The discrimination and racism are looking
Immigrants and African-Americans are hiding.
The oppression of life can be sweltering
As played sports or exercise our body
It can be sweltering or stifling
As changing our moods frequently
Sometimes that make us bipolar.
Our heart grows sick with hate, sometimes we want to be apart of this place,
The compassion of hate and superior people, will be difficult to leave,
But we have to stay and fight; or stay with it.
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