I see your bruised lips
And hips and chin, cuts and dents, welts and scrapes
And all the marks that they have made,
Scars too thick to fade.

The skin pulled too tight because white is might and to be you isn't right

Your stricken cheeks empty at the seams, reports over riots that drown your screams, violence on every screen

Until It is impossible for you to be

Anything but bruised.

And used and abused.

Bitten off and chewed,
The chance to breathe, removed

By this oppressive society that holds me up on your brand burned corpse
Destroys choice with brute force
All thoughts with a course

on how to be
The stereotypes on tv

And in our melodies and our publicities and in our houses and our Sunday masses and in our preschools and all our ******* syllables

They scream profanities and erase liberties
Condemn charity and revoke sanity

All that's left is our ethnicity
Burning hatred for our families,

It is impossible for you to be.

Good God, I am sorry.