Anger is an acceptable and normal emotion,
but I’m told I must not be;
that such an emotion is only for the free.
No matter the commotion,
I must take care not to act abnormally;
that no matter what’s happening to me,
I must restrain myself and not get angry!
Hate is an acceptable and normal emotion too;
strange as that may be.
Yet, it's normal only for the oppressive crew
that’s oppressing me.
Now, love is the mother of all emotions that can be
expressed.
And like none other, she’s the one that should never
be suppressed.
Yet, although my life is a miserable wreck—woven
with misery and strife—
I’m told I must struggle to keep my emotions in check;
otherwise, I just might lose my life.
No matter what’s happening to me,
I’m told I must never suffer myself to be angry
nor allow me to ever express hate;
but to accept my fate…with humility.
And not to rant and rave like somebody crazy:
for my life could end on any given date.
Hey, with my emotions, I would love to know what to do.
Maybe, one day, you should trade places with me;
then I could know and love how to work my emotions on you:
being angry and hateful as much as I ought to be.
Check it out; I love the skin that God has put me in.
I love knowing that the life I live is not living in sin.
I love knowing that it’s ok to hate the evil way you’ve
treated me.
I love knowing that it’s ok to be angry at not being treated
honorably.
And I just love knowing that it’s ok to hate being oppressed
And not being free.