The paths keep growing narrower.
I must stand up and face the world,
Only they won’t give me a chance.
How do I struggle?
I sweat, I cry, I bleed, I remember.
The history that I never confronted,
My ancestors, my heritage, I read I’m told and taught.
I wasn’t there I’ll never be there.
The injustice, the suffering the torture, I rise above that.
The world’s is the same, different, but the same.
Marginalization, stigma and discrimination: big fancy truths.
I dislike the pretence of unity, the forced smiles
Why can’t they be as they truly are?
Let’s not lie to ourselves we can’t all be heroes
But with a little positive influence we can take that step.
On the other side the paths are wider: the grass is greener
Sound familiar?
It’s still the world we live in.
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