Nothing about us without us, Always about us, you're without us. Including the moments in history, that deserve our religious screams, our outrage and defiance, The human rights that slip your systemic mind from time to time, because it comes with a billboard that has a painted letter of a capital D. We own the crippled and crumpled pages, Your oppression is our spark of history, Flattering the pages and creating a novel, a permenant marker of our precence. Will you pick it up and understand? We made our place in the palm of your hand, This is about us, and without us you wont stand.
I was struggling. Anxiety attacks and utter insecurity, The pit in my stomach was a permanent crater But I saw you At recess, standing on the blacktop alone And I forgot about myself
They told you you couldn’t play football with them. Your limp was horrible, you didn’t understand the rules exactly Boys running up to tap me on the arm Yelling “Get him away from me” “Tell him to leave me alone” How am I supposed to tell my brother no one wants to be his friend No one wants to talk to you Ryan because they can’t understand what you’re saying They don’t even want to try.
Everyday the school called home, he’s hopeless Detentions for yelling at the teacher, The one who didn’t bother to notice he was trying And he did try too, so hard So hard he came home calling himself stupid Because that is all he summed up to at the glories of public highschool
Mom cried, and Dad tried to give her hope That someday people would treat you right And I prayed that I wouldn’t keep hearing kids mutter your name in the hallways Completely unknowing that you were my brother And all the times your frustration built, Holes in the wall and broken door frames I never ever blamed you.
Now we stand side by side at graduation And I want you to know, I couldn’t be more proud of us. Dear brother, You will always be one of the best things that ever happened to me
It's become a routine Letting guys use me I settle for below my league Or so my friends tell me From mental disabilities To family issues They still get me on my knees I don't want to be the lock I want to be the keys Choosing which door I fit Not letting them unlock me