Our inevitable truth burns deep inside
like the very fires they used to scorn us with
We are quick
like the very whip they used to "warn us" with
Yet
we fail to see the very tools they formed US with
Snatched from the mother
we were goddesses and Kings paired with Gods and Queens
Yet we lost the ideals of what that truly means
All because of the milky white thumb that we were held under--
I mean are* and still under
We are aware yet we still plunder
Derrota or Defeat
different tongues yet WE are still up against the same feat
The many that feel that we don't deserve the same heartbeat--
Or life, Or car, Or job
Why would we?
You got what you needed and now you want us to flee?
Do YOU just make dinner and leave?
