I Don’t Know What To Call This (multiple people)
Deny everything you say to me. (It’s just common courtesy.)
Impossible to change the colour of my skin.
The shape of my nose and where my family once was living.
Am I too tall? Are my hips too much for you to handle?
Man up. Grow up as well. You’re being juvenile.
Why is it that you make me want to trade in all my cards for a new hand?
Cynical. Jaded. Prejudiced.
The all “American” white supremacist.
Degrading tyrant Goliath. (I’ve got my slingshot and am picking out my pebble.)
The people will cheer “Timber!” from the mountains as you fall.
Six feet under is too shallow for your grave.
So I’ll sink you 20,000 leagues under the sea instead.
But even that isn’t deep enough.
Melt your bones to the core until you’re screaming.
Though no one, not even the magma, will listen.
You threw us all aways and now you want help.
Sorry, you left me on the shelf.
