Control
how am i supposed to be me
when all you do is conceive me
believe me
i am not a God
i am not a fraud
i am just trying to get along
with the fact that this place is not well
this is not a society
this is a hell
of a lot more issues
some issues that you cannot define
simply everyone is just out of line
and we are numbed by the fact that it is okay
if there's anything that involves speaking up
we stray away
from the voices of women
to the voices of African Americans
because why would anyone want to hear
the words they speak so clear
you say that you're just stating an opinion now
but an opinion is not an opinion if it degrades them
but how
you ask
you tell me
since my voice is not heard
since you are in control of me
Copyright © Skylark Cromwell | Year Posted 2016
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