Warm breath,
Crack in tongue
I must not speak
Until you've won
Penniless
Is it my fault?
I don't know
my ancestors were more than broke
So tell me,
Was it all worth the suffering of others,
exploiting and gaining like no other,
was it worth the saneness of my mother?
lips broken,
Bloodied, and dried
But we must not speak
For we never had rights
To be wholly free
holding the heaviness of riches in our hands
wait, our skin is dark
We've never had the chance
hope is all we cherish and have
