Who Are You?
Who are you to judge me
Who are you to convict me of wrongdoing
Who are you?
A question with no answer
Who are you to judge me
Who are you to tell me what I can’t do
Who are you?
A question everyone thinks they have an answer to
But, yet no one does
Because of this wicked world it’s answered as
How you dress
How you express
But, I could careless
The color of your skin does not make you less
Imperfectness comes with success
So who are you to judge me
Who are you to be superior to me
Who are you?
A question that this nation tries to depress
But, who are you to judge me
Who are you to convict me
Who are you?
A question that is never asked but always thought of
Everyday it seems like more and more mess
How many times do I have to say I could care less
Your appearance does not make you less
Imperfectness is your success.