I wanna know why
It gets so hard
To understand
Why things are
The way that they are
Sometimes
It’s easier
To pretend
That it isn’t real
So you could live
In your fantasy world
Pain and suffering
Is not the only way
For things to change
There are other ways
Maybe
This is
Wishful thinking
At best
Only trying to
Make sense of the
World
That I’m supposed to belong in
Our land
Must
Be shared
My scars are your scars
My pain is your pain
But still
I feel your words
Stinging like a bee
Differences like a fault in the earth
Running deep
Deeper than the ocean
Deeper than the history
That binds us
Or
Divides us
History keeps me up at night
As I find solace
In the silence
I swim in a river
Of my ancestor’s tears
Waning, wary, worry
Don’t wipe my tears
If you are the cause
Stronger than our history
Bigger than these images
For us, against us, and about us
But we refuse to be your playthings
