We’re too wrong.
So wrong that we have
tainted the fabric of humanity.
I paused to find the stillness so I could look at this reality.
Where I could spot every difference in your existence
and place your body in a box, your soul in some chains, mind in some locks.
Discard the locks in your hair, make knowledge hard to find and truth seem rare.

This is all too confusing. The banks of time are running dry.
Is this the path we are choosing?
Do my empty pockets take e out of my quality?
Do my empty pockets add p to my poverty?
Could my poetic words build homes for the homeless
and if I sang a song would it give hope to the hopeless?

You strike me twice when I ask questions,
and will your matrix trap me in moulds of oppression ?
Help me understand why we are so wrong, so wrong that I couldn’t purchase a right until I could pick up a pen and write.

Come find me, I’m taking my mind back and using it against you.
I use your duplicated knowledge to my advantage because in actuality it is stored in my genetic make up where as you paint your face with my culture you wear it as make up.
So I’m taking back my rights.
Rewrite history put my art back in it.
Engrave my soul into the home of creativity so I can live in it.
New truths for it is my right to heal to cease, so quit trapping me, hand me my writes.