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