Don’t judge me for the skin I wear
I’m human not some other thing
I have thoughts, feelings ready to share
A culmination of living and breathing
Which has you positively seething.
I guess that makes the racists cry
To hope another person dies.
You burn an effigy or a flag
I’m seen as something lower than slime
From my home you’d like to drag
My body out and then opine
That I should have not been here all the time
I guess that makes the racists cry
To hope another person dies
You go on marches spouting hate
Wanting your “country” back, keep it pure
The cognitive dance that you take
To make your views seem much more
Appealing to those who might applaud
I guess that makes the racists cry
To hope another person dies