Oppressed

You look at me like a criminal, 

An alienated black sheep in your elite society. 

Because of your own prejudice and thoughts.

My colour, my sexuality or perhaps my religion

Pose a threat to your intolerant heart. 

Trapped in my skin, my faith and my orientation.

A storm bottles up and brews in me.

Oppressed, suppressed and hurt, 

Time and again, rejected by you from the start,

There are times I say, Enough!

I rise as a rebellion in your system, 

Your crippled rules end up in chaos. 

But soon the storm in me dies down.

Tired and screaming in silence 

Where none can hear me speak.

I go back under your feet, 

While you smile in victory, 

Sucking the breath out of me, 

Oh, I can't breathe!

~SURANYA