THE Conversation
The unsettling bias against the pigment
Rooted in the prejudice of an adolescent
Preconceptions formed without base
Condemned at first glance, why race?
The speed isn’t purely genetic
It’s just that the finish line keeps extending
Any slower, they’d be left on their knees begging
Or holding bars, caught spending?
Superiors against minorities
Backwards? Let ignorance unfold
Privilege is blinding
Hence the partiality of MyLifeMatters
Of course, we all matter
But there’s a double standing to the latter
You choose to not recognise the chatter
But to live flippant with your ladder
Deafened by the silence
But no more blinded by the violent
In turmoil, they rise
Opposed to those who water their rage
Their voices and tears plant the beginning
Isn’t this the side to believe in?