The scars they don't see
The scars they don't see
Are the ones filled with the most painful memories
The ones you don't have to touch for them to hurt
Our bodies are permanent scars
A reminder of what was once ours
Now the use to start wars
They made it our prison of skin and bones
Condemning us to a life where silence is our home
An eternity of being alone
The scars they don't see
They couldn't have our skin
They couldn't steal our blackness
They didn't want to see us win
They made it their life goal to convince us
Our existence was a sin
It's why we try to be invisible
So they don't use us as a weapon
These are the type of scars
That constantly burn
The ones that yearn
For a life of freedom
For a life we don't have to earn
The ones that don't fade
That can't be tamed
The ones that demand to be named
The ones born from racism
Fueled by discrimination
And continued through oppression
The ones they make to teach us a lesson
If we ever decided to start a rebellion
The ones they carved by the decision
That we were the villains
When in reality their hands were the weapon
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