War is not over, victory hasn’t been won,
You think racism was done, but trust me it has only just begun.
Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it is not there,
Trust me it is and we all cry in despair.
Why does it matter? The color of my skin, the texture of my hair?
Our history is tragic, I know you’re aware
But we can all heal,
All of us, come together as one to state how we feel.
This is why Rosa sat on the bus,
This is why Martin Luther King denied to be shushed.
They say sit down but we stand up
Because we are just like you and you are just like us.
You make us feel like we don’t belong,
You ake us feel like that tune on the radio that everyone hates because of how many times it has been sung.
Do not belittle us because of our skin, do not slur us because we’re there.
Because, trust me, if all of you were blind… you really wouldn’t care.