Laying here – feeling a feeling of defeat
Because I can ring the bells for freedom
But she ain’t coming to unshackle me
Born half first generation into a country that hates both sides of me
Stuck around people who only see the lighter side in me
Always been forced to hold my tongue in a “working” society
Mouth “too much” because the truth hurts and always reveal
What others conceal- because I want to talk about the real
As I lay here, thinking – all of the things that was taken
My culture, my history, my roots – but lucky for me my ancestors are loud
Screaming from the ground – and I better get it right
Because I’m almost out of time- with every word that I speak
I’m crying out for help, but help comes from the ones who are killing us
They took my land, took my home, took my look but tell me that there’s equality
The revolution is being recorded- where’s the truth in your Fallacy
You wanted control but can’t handle the power
Too fixated on greed – and now we’re slipping onto your news feed
You say you want equality- but I want justice for all of us
You took my my voice, took my choice, took my breathe, took my life
But we don’t die- we’ll multiply
Em’s Bad Poetry 