So many of us are determined to be less than who we are

How do thugs become role models and aspirations seem afar

Why do our visions appear incomplete

Our voices low and attitudes meek

We neglect understanding and underestimate neglect

Squabbling amongst ourselves, over stupidity we demand respect

Too much pride to grasp the benefit of true helping hands

On unstable foundations this divided house now stands

We’re mocked by society for accepting oppression in any disguise

Unity and economics, it seems this too we also despise

Our ebony and chestnut complexions seem to be the color of the opposition

We are isolated soldiers sent on genocidal missions

We’re looking at the big picture but through a small frame

Witnessing the pains of poverty and broken promises that only a momma

can claim… thinking why us