I Am A Person Too

Lighter skins, I now refer,
not human beings since we're blacks to you.
Am I not worthy of the air you breathe?
Do you see less than nothing when you look at the colour of my skin?
Why must I ask your permission to be alive,
When we were all made from the same matter
and red blood flows through our veins.

If you cut do you not bleed?
Does it not hurt?
Can you not feel?
Am I not worthy to walk with my head held high?
Maybe give my children a chance of a happy life?
Why must we teach our sons to submit, remove their crowns and bow down to anyone but God?
Why must we teach our daughters to hide in the shadows, cover their crowns and believe that they are not beautiful?
When everything God made was in the image and likeness of him.

Why must we please you, lighter skins?
Why do you fear our strength in numbers?
When we only fight for the things that’s right
Such as mankind
and human kindness.
Is it too much to ask that we coexist together
on this earth made for all of us
or would you rather we walk the plank,
dive into a great abyss of darkness never to exist?
 no matter how many of our kings and Queens are killed,
Our blood will continue to flow through the earth and through you,
Whether it runs on the streets, when we’re buried, we create the fertile soil that feeds you
I call it your privilege.