They ask me where I was born
like if the place where I come from...
We plant flowers in our chests
and bloom epiphanies...
He flies
his tattered kite...
My black skin has people staring
in awe...
Deep inside, there is another me;
Desperately pleading, waiting to be free...
Look into my eyes
Tell me what ya see...
The faceless many
Shes wrapped in the arms of immoral society...
Except that this is my life
and that this is me...
What can I do?
What can I say...
To all the homophobic people,
tell me what if the whole world was gay and you...
I'll curl my hair
and line my lips...
What if you had the power
to help everyone in need...