Where am I?
The question we always ask. Trapped in a box wearing just a gas mask.
Let me out. I can barely breathe.
I want to be me, but you don’t fucking agree?
My mom always said “Be Strong and Be True!”
“Love all and be You”
I love to watch Pocahontas sing about “Colors of The Wind”
Bear in mind, and no pun attended, but
She sings of equality, peace, discrimination ending.
How is that a character so far in history?
Understands so much better,
Of our GOD damn liberty.
Trapped like light in a dark room,
Trapped like a seed underneath a concrete floor.
I need someone please, free me from this hold.
How will I grow if I’m always cold?
I need a light, I need some air
I need acceptance, I need a prayer.
I want love and I want to react,
Please I beg you, I don’t want to be trapped.