The cry has been heard
Women have wept enough...
I've tried so long to be someone I'm not,
That I don't remember the real me...
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it...
Children are crying, depressed and alone
fires are burning and their left with no home...
You don't know who I am.
You have told yourself long enough that you think...
How I envy the girls who seem without care;
Immaculate make-up...
Many eyes staring at me today
Whats Wrong...
Society is worried.
Distressed by war...
They sit us down,
Scan the bar codes...
My palm touches the smooth and chilled stone
It holds colors of illegal fire that make my eyes...
Perfect is gold given to poverty,
Distruction of the economical gaps...
Why do people judge me on what they think i am?
i wish they'd just ask me just try to understand...