The Box
Location
Four By Four Enclosure of Space
Is it Simply My Room
Or does it represent my Race
the limitations set upon me like a Glass Celing
What is this frustration that I'm feeling
17 year old black male
They look at me like a problem because I'm not Pale
Straight from Africa, yet treated like my brethren
who were taken and maltreated back then
who am i in this nation
i constantly battle stagflation
i see the world unlike any others
i see anyone who thinks like me as a blood brother
i believe we should all care for one another
but not this cameo stuff
not these vague and pointless bluffs
what we say when people are around
its just merely guttaral sounds
but ill bring it back to my pound
these walls that taunt me like clowns.
I simply want freedom, to be understood,
where i don't have to pretend like i was raised in the hood,
i wanna be me i dont wanna just be black
i dont wanna be the expected winner on the track
i wanna be free of society's lies
i wanna be free of who's what's and why's
i wanna be free to me and i know how to do it
if i was confused i might seek for power
i might spend, countless, pointless hours
thinking of how to run away,
but i know the answer lies in me
i will be myself no matter what they think
and forget their bridles, their looks, their taunts
and be whatever that i want
i encourage you to do this too
to disregard what they say and truly be you
because if your not you than what are you
your just a puppet and pretty much a fool
Be youself, be beautiful, blow them out of the water,
Be different, think of yourself as Harry Potter!
Now I've said my piece, my wisdom for now is exhausted
I'll go back to my place where understanding is fostered.
Four By Four