Caged by my view on acceptance,
I accepted any treatment done to me as though I deserved it;
I served a servant to the slave of servitor—
But I was a prince.
I hid deep down beneath the shadows of people no one knew;
I yearned for acknowledgement yet lived anonymously.
Yes I was one, I was only, I was lonely—
A lone wolf and a lost sheep,
So I ate myself up with words human minds can't comprehend.
I was not good, I was black.
I was white to the bad —
In my mind I live like a King 👑,
Coz really, I am,
The king of the most famous Kingdom no one has ever heard of—
I was a ghost.
A ghost with skin,
Coz yes, I could feel the punches men gave me with their eyes, their lips;
their lies, theirs actions.
But I didn't have the mouth to speak, cuz they my said so.
I always had this leap- of faith when I could see someone living his dream,
though I slept mine.
Like I could tell you a full story about how he got there—
He slept to sleep and stayed woke in stress to achieve his dreams— yes!
Very correct — but not me!
You see I used to be the brightest star,
Till I figured everyone was blind.
So why shine when they'd all still stumble and fall,
and blame you for not showing them the way—
I put off my candle,
Hid it under a bushel.
Pulled off my skin, wore a ghost.
Threw a way the keys to the lock holding my true nature,
Then for 13 years I watched as blind men began leading me,
Treating me like a mix breed of loser and lost.
I wanted to show them what really I am but I couldn't,
It'd only mean tearing away the stripes I used to taint my life—
The hurt, the pain, the sleepless nights, the endless races of 150mph,
I just couldn't, because they said so.
But the day came when I saw blind men lead my world,
And slaves king over me.
Then I discovered that,
Acceptance is only a drawing board we give people to paint on.
And rejection is the sunshades blind men wear to cover their dead eyes from seeing light.
I am this light,
And I have been cage in my own mind.
The image I saw was what people painted about me —to me!
They see a zebra, but I am a virile horse.
I am not just me,
I am 30% the population of the earth...
It figures I was the one holding the chains to my neck,
Dear world, I'm coming for you.
Written by Blqckmqn James ♠️.
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