We are all born to be great
Look at me and you don’t see the same
Can we rise? I’m not your equal still?
Humanity’s greatest peril
To overstand would take sheer will.
I’m tired of praying
All the songs have been sung
Death seems to be the only option
And many just waiting for it
There’s not much satisfaction
The joke’s on us and no one’s laughing
My sheer existence makes it you kill, hate, rape me of my pedigree
Trying to take that one thing from me.
Want to erase me from the land- you’ll see!
It’s not yours to give
It’s not for you that I live
You will not grow your roots off the backs of my family
Once physical but now mental slavery
Scapegoat no more will be sacrificed to the slaughter
Brain strained from too many of us being martyred.
When safety is attainable for the majority
When our physique is accepted beauty past skin deep
Is when we can all be great.
«We are going through a tumultuous time. Hold on!»