When I see stares on the street, we both glance away, and for some reason,
We feel ashamed, For that momment, We saw eachothers souls,
“Should I say hello?”
But, the thought is sufficating,
We are strangers,
We are strange,
strange from our own kind,
Strange from our own race.
not allowed to stand too close,
Or dare speak a word.
Escape from their stares, before they strangle us,
With the truth,
That we have been isolated,
So we continue to march in our patriotic lines
Into buildings where we buy or sell our souls,
Then send our offspring to schools,
Cause they have to learn to live the lives we do,
Because anyone who could think for themselves,
Wouldn’t live the way we do.