Every time we talk, you ain’t trying to listen
Dismissing us because of something you’re missing
Raising our hands, and you continue to not pay attention
Screaming through our actions, not for long will we remain submissive
You play your favorite cards but your poker face isn’t shit
Often times you seem delirious leaving us curious like the
Closer to the edge we run, we see your finger in position
To push us but we are gaining strength, and holding on to one another
but if one let’s go, we’re all falling together
No matter the weather, we fight through the storms
Hailing mockery and name-calling,
Not long will we stand for the belittlement of ourselves.
Too much pride to put aside, often we get beside ourselves.
Between these four walls we continue to tread through hell.
Born champions trying to prevail
Talent quiet like church mice instead your ignorance echoes like a bell.
To the point where it haunts and distracts us mentally.
You find it coincidental that we’re clueless, but only time will tell.
We’re suppose to look up to you, but how when you’re always looking down?
Frowning and whining
We become mad with trembling bodies and eyes cloudy,
we’re biting our tongues so hard, it just might strike lightening.
You’ll probably never read this, but
I hope you find the energy of the thoughts enlightening.
But as the saying goes…
You can’t teach a blind man how to see.
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