Everyone's 'holding their space' While complaining about race; The competition's status is 'Feeling privileged' While we're running in place. I think THAT'S a shame.
"We" ARE "Them" ! We've become as one with the stacked deck. A deck that is two-faced. A deck that might never be True-faced. Not to your face, nor my face. At times, Not even to their own face, When faced down By their own race.
I can feel it in the Wind I can feel the change acoming! Or is it just wishful thinking?
Where there is Love, Hope flourishes. Where there is Love, Hatred dies. Where there is Love, Confidence abides. Where there is Love, Beauty sighs.
Oh how I revel at being a rebel To buck the system and their society Fighting for Justice, against impropriety But;
Get your ass in this yard!" My Granny called out As people arrived from all wheres about I did as she ordered and went without pout Cause her bite was much harder than the barks from her mouth.