Maybe I'm Just Getting Older

Story

Don't clip our wings then
Sit and laugh at us for not
Being able to fly
Every time we get close to
Breaking a chain
New ones get put on

And they wonder why
We are so angry
And generationally broken
Wonder why we're silent
Then shoot down the ones who've spoken

But I'm not complaining
Another angry black woman
Who doesn't have facts
To back up what she's stating
Doesn't have solutions but
Restless and tired of waiting

But they don't want
To hear it
Touchy subject too
Close to home so
They don't get near it
See our hair touching the sky
And eyes burning with fire
So they fear it

Yea we're gangsters
But whose children are shooting
Up the schools
"Emotional Issues" as excuses
So they are keeping us as the fools

But we can't say that to their faces
Another colored kid who
Doesn't know where their place is
Expresses concern through anger
But doesn't know the proper definition of racist

But scarred by who racism
Left in a cedar box the other day
Struggle to come up with a solution
Because we've never seen a time
When it was any other way

But yeah cuff us up
Then let us slip through the system
Let us kiss the feet of those who write the laws
And then resist them

Let our young men look behind their backs
Every time they cross the street
Let the media say we are changing
While wishing our defeat