Look at her she don't fit What is she wearing? Look at that shirt **** girl, where you shop? Wherever it is you need to stop If people knew or took the time to ask I would say my mothers about to pass You think you need that tag on your shirt? Make sure its exposed Whats wrong with wearing a shirt and saying this is my mothers? She wore it to chemo to keep her warm I would rather wear my mothers because its covered in love
Why does a young girl feel she don't belong? Getting bullied because others think she looks like a boy While she walks home she hears loud whispers *****, **** As she looks in the mirror she, feels she has a contagious disease The hurt don't leave when school is over In fact it continues all over
There was a girl with black skin and ***** hair Her dad was a lawyer for a secure firm But she is black, remember She tries to erase her color Hides her eyes, so nobody can see what's inside Although she is brilliant But won't speak in class I ask why?
There a little girl with freckles, and green eyes Hair beautiful, and crimson that her daddy would brush her hair As she looks at herself in such a different way Trying to pick all the freckles away Now there are visible scars that visit everyday All because of what one person had to say
I invite you to penetrate your mind We become passive, sit back with time Hoping that prejudices go away That schools send your children home with eternal bruises on their soul Budgets are made that doesn't help Children need a confidant Kids killing kids, I ask why? They feel so angry and resentful Words and actions that should of never be applied We need to educate our youth Give them hope, teach them empathy, and pride The ones that have Autism, mental illness and such, don't leave them by the wayside Don't sort people by the color of their skin God cradled all of us, defined and created all of us So tell me why we can't see eye to eye I invite you into the beauty in your heart
Cutting benefits for the veterans Have they not done there time? They can't rewind history, or bring back fallen friends As a grandfather tells his story With tears behind his eyes handing down his purple heart to his grandson Who to is going into the military 21 guns, and Folded flags I ask why?
I don't mean to offend anyone but then again can't please everyone. But I own my thoughts and you own yours. Peace