Submissions by el-pollo-loco-69

We were not who you see today.
My mother asked me why I was not a believer
And I said
Because we were not who you see today.
Our skins shade
Has been changed
hands come together
And pray
I think that they
Still think that they
Still own us.
And no,
I'm not talking about the whites
I'm talking about the white cloaks,
The rictheous puppets
whose words spoke
Like spoken word
I hope
you understand me.
And my anger.
I speak a foreign language,
I am a stranger.
I do not apologize
If I do not empathize ...