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The truth hurts, doesn't it?
You moan about how we say life isn't fair
But it shouldn't have to be fair for equality to exist
Life being fair isn't being born into luxury
Its being rich in safety
An automatic right we all should have
Being rich doesn't always equal wealth
Rich is safety and the lack of doubt
Invalidation is a hobby for you
Something that brings you joy
Until its turned around on you
Complaining how we bring up injustices
How we don't live in a fair society
But then it's okay for you, right?
When you complain how we 'steal' your jobs
Despite us being more than qualified
Ironic how you complain instead of working
But then again complaining is the only job you know
Maybe if you didn't wallow in jealousy you wouldn't moan
But then again as history serves
The only thing you know us how to shout at black people until the crops grow
Or maybe you don't want your mask to show
It's not about jobs, it's about how you try to conceal the feeling of insecurity
That seizes to let go
From the chokehold of being inferior
If you really thought you were superior
Being a try hard is not the way to go
It seems that you are all talk
But needs help to walk
Asking for help is not in your vocabulary
Then again the only thing you know how to do is shout
Or when your voice runs out
You decide being a bully is what it's all about
Gaslighting is your shield
Used only to protect how you feel
Validating your own violence
Whilst being appeased by our silence
Pathetic, that the only way you feel whole
Is by abusing power and control
And yet it's still not enough
Otherwise you wouldn't act so tough
Reality is not made by rainbows and sunshine
It's made by cold hard truths
And these are directed to you
The world doesn't revolve around you
The truth is you are the ones spinning it
It's all about manipulation
And blurring parts of the picture
Unlucky for you we can see through the opaque lies of superficiality
Copyright ©
Layla Riley-Hill
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