America is not free, not until everyone has the same rights as you and me.
We? Us? Them?
Who am I to say we are the same. They fight to walk down the streets.
I fight just to marry the man of my dreams.
Do or die? Not I.
They are dying, no denying. Every day another family torn apart.
No refugees in our parts.
I fight to swipe left. To get some pleasure.
My identity is not on my skin, I will never be the same as them.
Who are we kidding? We call ourselves allies and we march in our parades
while our allies are afraid what bathroom they can or can not be in.
We're not the same.
America the brave, tie a yellow ribbon to your chest.
War after war, there isn't any stopping.
It's a tale as old as time; the bloodshed, the fear, the hate.
We fight for our independence until we become so free we fight eachother.
You and me? We are not the same. You fight for equality.
I fight to swipe right on Tinder.
We forget the real meaning of equality. When we win, others are still fighting.