And For Our Stuggle

You look at me and you say,

That I am just trash waiting to be thrown away.

You look at me and you say,

That I am a joke, an amusing game that you play.

You look at me and you say

That I am nothing.

A nobody no one will take in under their wing

You look at me and I ask you what you see

You laugh and reply,

"A Negro out here living to die!"

A theif who’ll never try to buy

Instead of stealing.

You say that I am a lie.

You look at me and you say,

That I’ve taken the bait,

And is now a nobody that society hates.

You look at me and backhand my face,

Striking my back!

Letting the whip lash and crack!

Beating me, the blood from my mouth I can taste.

Look at you, the world’s true filth, its…true waste.

You look at me and in my face you spit,

Treating me like a dog, commanding me to sit.

And sit I do,

Looking at you

I am beginning to rue,

Regretting the moment I let you do this to me

Now I sit here, hating you truly.

However! My people and I have come so far>

Far from the slavery

Yet even further from the bravery

That our leaders once spoke.

Now look at us, there hearts are broke.

You look at me and you say

That I will soon die one day.

You look at them and say

That we will go extinct one day

But! I look at you and I say

That to my knees I will go

And for you,

I will pray.

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