sarcasimish

I feel like a little bird,
Trapped in a small cage,
Trapped by society's gaze,
Trapped by my own race,
I am not a bird,

I feel like a tree,
Reaching for the sun,
Reaching for a chance,
Reaching as high as I can,

Answer

They say that you’re the answer
The savior that we’ve been waiting for
The thing that many have wished for
Will you be granted to me
Or will you leave me again?
I wait and wait for you

Us
Why are we asking for justice
From the cops that don’t even trust us
Believe us!
Why do we think that they can help us fix this
If they are the ones that caused this
Support us!

I inhale your scent,
Just wondering what you meant,
I gazed into the night,
What a beautiful sight,
The moon and stars,
Like bright dotted scars,
The wind whips me; whisking out to the sea,
Taking bits and pieces of thee,

It hides and restricts me,
It needs me to be careful,
Who's careful? Me?
Me who is never fearful?
It does not allow me to fly and soar,
It makes me feel small,
It just makes me want to roar!

I feel like one of the most moving and dramatic words is: almost,
"I almost gave up many years ago." said the man who fought for his dream since he could remember,