We forgot some kids' utopias is a roof without bodies burning below
We forgot bodies sleep below
We forgot bodies float, bodies hang, lives we claim
We forgot we walk by some kids' utopias everyday
I forgot the colour of my blood, the strength of my words
I forgot how my house is a house to me, but a home most people wish they had
I forgot the beliefs I was raised upon inside last summer's fashion purse
Lost it in a closet of clothes I will never wear more than once
I forgot my dignity and sold it to fit in with the crowd
I forgot I lost my dignity to a mouth of lies
We forgot war is pain, war is malicious
We forgot we are using it to prove a point
We forgot deaths
They forgot if we had a point
And I forgot it doesn't help us
But they didn't forget the colour of my skin or the shape of my nose
But they can't recall if I had two parents, the number of books at home
As sure as hell, they don't remember the life I had in my eyes before I understood what privilege was
We forgot perfection is a mirage
The unachievable vision of someone's mind blinded of real beauty
We forgot they tell us what's beauty
They forgot I make them role models
They forgot I starve, I measure, I obsess
I forgot I'm loved
I forgot I'm beautiful
I forgot I had a brain with a mind of its own
I know you don't need glasses
But you insist on wearing them because these days
Having a disadvantage makes you cool
Being genetics underdog who strives makes you interesting
Having a personality means nothing if you can't read it on a t-shirt
In the middle of labels, we forgot ourselves in a society stocking us on shelves we don't belong
When did they decide I was nothing more than a sheep?
Did I forget to prove myself to them?To attend the trial? Or did they forget to invite me?
They say
"Listen, obey, walk, stop
You're asking too many questions already
I don't know your name
I don't know your story
But I don't go with your face
To the back of the line"
Of this march we don't remember signing up for
Where are the terms and conditions?
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How We Forget
PoésieAngry and disappointed by our education and generation I appeal to us privileged yet prisoners of society. Look around. What are you forgetting? Adapted from How we Forget by Loyce Gayo https://genius.com/Loyce-gayo-how-we-forget-annotated https:...