Why am I not me to society?

They categorize me to fit their standards

That deny my essence like cancer

Because the pinnacle cannot handle

That my identity is not scandal

Self-expression through my hair

Is no longer my own, it’s not fair

That when it is straight it’s neat

But creative curly conditioned to retreat

By “my” own people of inferior

Trying to conform to superior

It’s ironic that community is preached

But exclusiveness is reached

That acceptance is what we teach

But discrimination creates a breach

And the whole justice spew is cute

Dissecting the problem to the root

But then leave the plant dead without a clue

With equality and rights that are long over due

Judged if you are, judged if you’re not

My diverse identity denied in the melting pot

That promised to appreciate what I bring to the table

But all connotations against my groups are unstable

Yes I’m black, but I’m not ghetto or loud

Yes I’m a woman, but I fear to be proud

Because standing for rights makes me a radical

But what I speak is not passion, but factual

The dominant culture may have confused some

Wait that’s society, which is run by power hungry bums

Who are able to bend the minds of everyone

To separate the cultures so there can only be a top one

I am not attacking individuals, only ideas and schemes

That prosper by crushing hopes and dreams

I understand it is never the majority, just one bad seed

That steals energy from others, maybe out of greed

So it’s time to bring the hate to its knees

And allow space for people to breathe

We’ll have issues that we’ll disagree

But I encourage freedom of speech

Because ignoring the prejudice in you and me

Denies the air that we need to be free

I do not end this, instead I begin

To fuel the voices soaked in sin