How can I succeed
When oppression plagues me ?
Under wraps is the violence-
Beneath shadows they hide it :
The murderer of dreams and hope.
Taunts of my skin, my color . . . my race?
Are tinted with the malice of hate.
Jeers seen as jokes,
Set aside like nothing. . .
What world did we live in
Where education meant something?
Should it matter, my eyes?
Should it matter, my tone?
I know there are others, who feel this alone.
In hallways, I've heard
In hallways, I've seen
So many races and languages, it seems . . .
But blind is the one who disregards
Those who still struggle.
Behind the facade of integration,
I swear by my eyes I am puzzled.
Equality? No . . .
It gorges our eyes to the ideal that we've missed.
Blindness, you've cut me short from my dreams.
But blindness persists.