There are men outside my house
With hate in their eyes
A prison of shoulders
Their bodies, the line
There are men outside my house
White and abundant
Claim permanence of chalk-dust laws
And rights heaven-sent
My heart is filled with fire
My mind has been so blind
They’re coming for my people
And we don’t want to die
There are men outside my house
Shields and torches ready
Should against our right to life
For privilege they’re afforded
Surrounded by glass
I cannot be unclothed
Vulnerable, I watch
Rocks of blame skip towards me
These walls may be fragile
But we’ll stand strong and support it
There are men outside my house
With screams to reclaim
Land their ancestors stole
Resistant to change
My heart is filled with fire
My mind has been so blind
They’re coming for my people
And we don’t want to die