Savage Dreams

Get under the wings

The wings of which my color was blocked and not redeemed

I search for my colors love like a crack feen

Only if Martin Luther King knew this dream.

I have the dream to conquer

Conquer overall and the white man I refuse to honor

Even if you think it’s not proper

To scare a white man off with a chopper

You might think I’m savage

But all this pain comes from my disadvantage

And how the world looks at young black girl and think she’s mismanaged

Even though the world has tried to influence my mind and its left damage

Then you look at me like I’m speaking a foreign language like Spanish

I just wanted to let yall know how I feel

Since our world doesn’t seem to see the color wheel

I refuse to let this message be concealed

This message is approved by Mya Hill