Why should I have a dream
like Martin Luther King
to be free
when i live in a free nation?
It's more like a location
of segregation and discrimination,
killing me softly
and deading my dedication.
But this is my declaration
of independence;
"Live alone.
Born alone.
Fly alone.
Die alone."
I'm alone.
Please fix my fixation.
The need for
the intergration
of the population
has got me achin'.
Why hasn't it been made
instead of being in the making?
Are we forsaken?
I'm shaken by the thought,
because freedom can be taken,
but it can not be bought.
Taught?
Maybe,
But always saught.
Running from oppresion
somehow we get caught.
Lost.
And freedom can't seem to find me.
Shinig my lights of knowledge,
but the darkness is blinding.
Binding me to complacentness,
but I don't even like this place.
It's really not a competition
so why do they call it race
in the first place?
That's the worst case scenario.
Ask some their type
and they will just say stereo
but they are very slow.
Ignorant to the vastness
of the fastness
of the changing
of the times.
You may change what's mine
but won't change my mind
I'm only trying
to make change.
Will you be part of the problem,
or who helps me change things?
No longer will I be treated foul
just because of their morality.
I'm trying to change Dr. King's Dreams
into reality,
so....
Why Dream?...