The mind is an
amazing,
strange,
horrifying
I am me, very powerful in my mind especially powerful from all the negativity surrounding the world. My life rests in my own hands.
Your vocal chords scar my skin
With each horrific, minor melody you sing
They all try to look the same,
would you rather be told the truth and be hurt? Or a lie and be happy? Would you rather be another statistic or prove society wrong?
So, you know when you shatter a piece of pottery
It's not fair
To be picked on for race
Everyday I see a new day of racism