Why is it you fear me?
Refuse to look at or even hear me?
You want to hold me down
And keep on my face a frown.
Yet still I wear the crown
And I remain in town.
With my head held high
Looking toward the sky.
My help comes from above.
Though you refuse to—
He always shows me love.
We already have no representation
Now here you go with gentrification.
Exposing the exploitation
And unjustification
Returning to the mind and body
Manipulation
For personal gratification.
One might as well
Be placed back on the plantation.
P.S. — Welcome to the military Tiara and good luck on your journey in the service!
