White Room, Red Ears
In a white room but my ears are red
Black skin but my ears are GLOWING red
Same pink tongue, same words are said
I respond to them, but to me nothing is said
Make no mistake my ears are red
Even though I smartly said what I said
A different twang, a different pattern of speech
But no response
So my ears are red
They don’t know because my locs flow down
I answer questions with answers they do and don’t know
Even when they don’t know they sneer and ignore the truth
They don’t trust me and they are so uncouth
They say FUCK, IDIOT, SHIT, DICK
They scream, eyes all out their head
Veins, popping and pussing out their foreheads
Over being right, faces white and red
I speak sweet, shallow
Careful with what I share
But my ears are still red
They don’t even know, I’m glad they can’t tell
But the reason they don’t is because they don’t care
What to prove, What to prove
I worked hard for my spot
But my ears are red, man my face is hot
I don’t stay silent, I fight through the dread
Keep kicking rocks, control, conquer
Push through, advance
A silent, silent battle to keep my foot in the door, determined to never continue my mother’s path to poor
Blessed is my gift, so no tears shall shed
Thank god this brown skin washes over these ears when they’re red.
