The sound pops off like fire,
Hitting my ears, igniting my fears.
The words rip at my soul and take its toll.
They tear open new invisible scars,
Just about the ones of ages past.
My previous souls cry out from the
Oh so familiar tone.
Chains rattle and shake my ancestor’s bones.
The hatred in your eyes,
Spies into the hope in mine.

You don’t know me.
You don’t own me.

All you see is the crayon I was colored with
And although we come from the same box,
You still think you’re sharper then me.
Let me tell you my friend,
Put this nonsense to end.
Cause as you can see,
There have never been chains on me.
So just let me be.