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Let them eat cake
But with no hands 
And a mouth sewn shut
Why us 
Why must we suffer with crumbs
And be grateful

To be grateful when slavery ended
When in fact it was they who started it
To feed us poison instead of the antidote
Then feign confusion to why it didn't work
The world sees you as a victim 
And not a perpetrator 
The world sees us as dramatic
Then expect gratitude

To thank them for freedom
Whilst simultaneously locking us in a cell
But hey at least we'll get to see sunlight 
For an hour 
That is until they put us back in solitary confinement 
Trapped in the freedom of darkness
No chains nor shackles 
Dont worry they are removed once you're contained in a box of isolation
What's worse a real life cell
Or the prison of the mind 
Either way there is no where to hide
From the voices trapped inside

To be grateful for the bare minimum 
Even though there wasn't a bar 
Or Maybe only visible to those who don't need to need it 
Or Maybe they'll gaslight us into believing 
That we should just accept the 'bare minimum'

So we should be grateful
To them for solving a problem
That they created
Then act like white saviours 
And expect to be patted on the shoulder for their 'heroic behaviour'
The gift they have given us is
The gift of generational trauma 
And a lifetime of constantly feel unworthy 
For a life we continously have to fight for

But that's just it 
They want us to struggle
They want us to fight
But most of all they want us to slowly kill ourselves 
Because at least that way there is no blood on their hands

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