What is oppression? I speak of a truth, they call it depression.
They constrain my opinion and call it freedom of expression.
They can't even look at me.
I speak of the Lord, they shame me, call it blasphemy. He reaches out to me.
Tells me to spread the Word to all nations.
I see acres of land filled with broken relation - ships. A world where beauty is measured by the size of your hips.
And if you sway them side to side enough you'll lose your virginity.
Swallow that dignity.
Whether consensually or unwillingly.
Justified by an authority that lives outside of me; yet has the audacity to claim that it's only protecting me. A world where I should aspire to marrying a person that's probably swimming in infidelity. Yet I'm expected to surrender my purity. A world where I must expose my nudity to gain the acceptance of a community that I don't even want to be in.
Then they shame my dark skin. I could have the potential, but I'm digging in a bin.
Searching for the food that my starved soul desires.
While my brother next door gracefully runs an empire.
Trying to tame the fire that was planted in me by a power much higher.
So I try to reach him through a joint. Walking higher. Burning a flame that has my body devoured.
But why should I care?
They've already devoured my body with those lustrous eyes.
Undressed my dignity with every step I take.
Finishing it off with a lick if their lips; then disappearing like I'm just another mistake.
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