Caught between a fistful of dollars & a dream,
a scream
I'm laced in obscurity, my potential transparent against
the pale reform of democracy
They say “Just let it be” but it's hard to let go
when letting go means, giving up my identity
Strapped with an armor of adversity's finest steel
Letters that become words that attack & verbally annihilate
dumb it down: fatality; kill
I'm too dark to shoot back ignorance
I'm too defined to let it break my will
Caution isn't thrown to the wind, it blows there
when your skin feels the landing of its touch
its never enough
even when you feel as if your soul is
sandpaper rough
they want more
Brown bleeds blue like pink bleeds too
and tears that fall scar wounds that don't heal
fresh, raw and constantly entered by the eyes
by the tongues
of said chosen ones
violating my person, my being, feeling dirty
as if a part of them
will now remain a part of me
some way, some how
I've got to get clean
Those racists left their filth on me.
