Brought down,
brought to the ground,
treated different because I'm brown,
like some stray in the pound.
Tell me officer,
what did I do,
treated like I am from a flying saucer,
by trying to be like you.
So as you subject my face,
and drive my head into the dirt,
make me into a disgrace,
in in front of the people you said I would hurt.
So keep your title and name,
and cling to that moment of fame,
where you saved the civilians from demise,
and make me the object of their despise.
But someday I will rise,
and my people will reach the skies,
but we will not stop there,
for within us there is no fear,
to rise above is our goal,
and we will not stop until we are whole.