I'm sad Benny
The world is sad Benny
Tell me how to help my brothers
Tell me how to help my sisters
Why must some feel dread to leave their homes?
Why must some feel fear to leave their homes?
Why must some be inherently disenfranchised
Stepped on
With knees upon their necks
I fear for our children's future
We know they won't come out as porcelain-skinned as society would like them to be
We know they will struggle
Inherently forced to struggle
What is the solution?
How do we make our daughters and sons feel equal?
How do we protect them from the world?
I want to keep them inside Benny
I fear for what they must face
I want them to stay pure and unharmed
I know this is selfish
I can't hide them from the world's cruelty
They need to face the world in order to better it
We must make it better for them
How do we make it better?
How can we make it better without completely restarting?
Without reconstructing it from its very roots
How do you alter a tree who's roots are already ten feet deep into the soil?