Switch Places With Me
If you were the girl that I am,
And I were the boy that you are,
Would you like how I’ll look down to you?
How your words are too worthless to count to me?
Would my inside look good enough to you?
Or is my figure your only luxury?
What do I even matter to you? Tell me…
Other than a man’s accessory? Really?
Who ever told you, you were good enough to be?
The one who’d be judging me?
If I were you and you were me,
Will you believe the same of me?
Is it the power that God gave to you?
Or is it you that does not want to see?
Why are you so cruel to me? Tell me…
How could I make you feel with me?
If you were treated the same way I was
Living the one to be put to blame
For God’s bad productivity,
For captivating His men’s integrity
Would you still believe in He?? Tell me…
Why was the burden passed onto me?
Can you touch the disgrace I feel in me?
Every time you’d be displaying me
To all your friends and your family… if you were me…
Would you praise any deity? Tell me…
If you were taken for granted like I was,
Since the break of our humanity,
You’d be unable to see your deeds… blame me…
‘cause you were told they were caused by me,
This goes to all who’s hearing me,
Willing to wear my painful heels,
Measure the limits to your extremes
See how much you’ve been hurting me… and feel…
How much it feels so bad if you were me
Treating you how you’ve been treating me
What I am and what you are… unfortunately…
Is what we call our destiny,
I wouldn’t blame you... if you’d stop blaming me...
For what I couldn’t change in me… forgive me…
Cause if it works on you… at least…
Only then it could possibly work on me…
If there is one thing that should be changed
It is this world with so much shame…
There is no credit gained for tyranny… so please…
Stop trying to rise above me… leave me…
Don’t waste your time hating me
Why not hate world poverty…
There are many hungry ones out there to feed
Too many enough to keep you busy… Believe me…
Seven Millions kids work in Brazil
To support their exhausted families
Wars in the streets and the overseas
Children bombed everywhere in the Middle East
Different place for a race call them refugees
Religious based hate and discrepancies
The most excused for existence butcheries
All this to prove that it is you not me
When it could be of both you and me
There is more to the list if you tend to see
Beyond your pride of drawing an intelligent scheme…
Copyright © Jouana Habib | Year Posted 2011
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