I used to know you,
You used to know me,
I was told to hold you higher.
You were told I pushed you down.
I am a Slave Owner,
That must make you my slave,
Or so I am told.
Or so you are told.
I am entitled and in charge,
You are oppressed and left to discard,
Or so you tell me.
Or so I tell you.
I may speak freely,
You may only speak with permission,
So why must I bite my tongue?
So why do you shout at my sons?
When I go left I am a hero, a champion.
When you go right you are a trader to your kin.
You tell me I hate.
They tell you to hate.
I want to know you as I have before.
You say you know enough.
My canvas is blank, you've taken my brush.
I say the portrait you paint is unfamiliar to me.
You tell me to hush.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
I used to know you,
You used to know me,
I was told to hold you higher.
You were told I pushed you down.
I am a Slave Owner,
That must make you my slave,
Or so I am told.
Or so you are told.
I am entitled and in charge,
You are oppressed and left to discard,
Or so you tell me.
Or so I tell you.
I may speak freely,
You may only speak with permission,
So why must I bite my tongue?
So why do you shout at my sons?
When I go left I am a hero, a champion.
When you go right you are a trader to your kin.
You tell me I hate.
They tell you to hate.
I want to know you as I have before.
You say you know enough.
My canvas is blank, you've taken my brush.
I say the portrait you paint is unfamiliar to me.
You tell me to hush.
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