Jan 30, 2019
Beautifully Brown
I used to look north,
To the mountains, the forest, the trees,
Where I was raised,
Whenever I felt down about treatment of my people,
Indigenous people,
Here in the USA,
I would dream of the snow,
Fantasize about the acceptance,
Now I know I have no home,
My peoples home was stolen,
AmeriKKKa doesn’t want me,
And I realize Canada isn’t safe either,
I am lost on my land,
I am lost in my home,
If life wasn’t already hard being brown,
Now its a crime,
My brothers,
My sisters,
My mothers,
My children,
We are imprisoned for our beauty,
We are imprisoned for being brown,
By OxyregretsGen
