Out of all people, why me?
They said I should be white,
be five feet, the perfect height
but why can’t I be black and tall?
They said long blond is the way,
but why can’t I have short black hair today?
They said live long with beautiful blue eyes,
but brown, they would send you straight to die.
Out of all people, why me?
I was just a child trying to succeed,
but for my education, I had to plead
There’s 4% of me, and 82% of you, because that’s fair right?
They looked me up and down because of the colour of my skin,
knowing it was a terrible, unfair sin
Mothers and mathers, separating their children from me,
telling them, I was disgusting and mean.
Out of all people, why me?
Constantly being treated differently than others,
all I could do, was come home and cry under the covers
just because I’m black.
They told me to shower, scrub my skin,
just so I could fit in
They ask me, “What do you think about George Floyd?”
and with that, my heart created a huge void.
Out of all people, why me?
that could have been me,
under that cop’s knee
telling him, “I’m unable to breathe.”
Adults don’t teach their kids about racial reality,
but instead teach them to neutralise different sexuality
They say sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt us,
but I say sticks and stones may break my bones but words will always hurt us.
Out of all people, why me?
Ripples of heat overflowing my body,
They told me, “Sit down, have a cup of coffee.”
But if only I could.
I respect people have different sexualities,
but it really messes with my mentality
we fought and fought to have one month for our pain and suffering,
but the LGBTQ had theirs without toughening.
Out of all people, why me?
I pray, and I beg to my lord Jesus Christ,
to lead humanity into light,
but somehow no one seems to get it right.
I still have faith in humans,
thinking together we could find the conclusions
but what can black people actually do,
other than just sit there, and let our feelings brew.
