When I was five
Someone told me I should strive
For what makes me happy
Even though I was different.
But why does that make a difference
In what I take away, why should I break away
From the real me?
When I was eight
I found that music was my fate
That lay in my genes and my ears
Through a skill that made me different.
But why should that determine
If I'm a sin, if I'm some vermin
With a crazy brain?
When I was ten
Someone came and asked when
I would be going back to China
To visit the family that made me different.
But why do their words mean it
When don't they see it, why can't they believe that
My blood's not just Asian?
When I was fourteen
I found people that had seen
The same story that I lived
Because I was different.
But they were still the same
They are not to blame, why do the flames still rage
Since they looked how they seemed?
Now I am sixteen
And I hold pride in my dreams
In my perfect pitch
And my half-Asian background.
But while the prejudice still runs
My journey's just begun, can't people understand
That pride and prejudice are fueled by the same thing?
I am happy with myself.
You can do what you want.
And that's all I have to say.