'Why are you so aggressive? '
Unknowingly oppressive
Questions
Open my mouth once
'Why are you so angry? '
Why shouldn't I be?
When they look at me
All they see is a perpetrator
'We know best'
Wrongly assessed
There is no logic
Doing so much to shine light on this skin
Trying to change
As if there's something to prove
Never-ending
Questions
'Why can't you be better? '
Improve
Their opinions cannot be moved
Still-bleeding scars within
Being cut deeper from this
Reputation
It holds a sharp edge
Head held low
Hand on my heart
I pledge
Allegiance?
How could I when I'm seen as a grievance?
Trying to disassemble this harsh interpretation
Angry beings
Constant
Questions
'Why won't you calm down? '
Stripped of our own culture
Beaten
By vultures
Worked so relentlessly only to please
Begging for liberation
A set standard
Why are we so angry?
How can we be at ease?
When a colour defines our being
Forever repeating mistreatment
Prejudicial
Questions
'Why are you so defensive? '
Harmful
When I ask
Questions
Why can't I be curious?
When I will forever be deemed as furious?
How can you preach liberty without liberation?
Burdens ring
In these
Questions
Why does this have to be the set standard foundation?
Why must I live in a skin seen as a threat?
Ignorant
Questions
'Why can't you just forget? '
Why can't you see?
The scares are deeper than what's current
From shackles and chains
To discrimination and pain
Burdens from the past
A spine-snapping weight
Judgements because of a trait
But we're seen as the ones filled with hate?
Relentless
Questions
'Why does it matter? '
To fight or to be silenced
There is no choice
There is only the latter
A voice
It's all we're given
But whether we use it or not we'll always be seen as anger-driven
The hue of our skin a target of discrimination
Genuine
Questions
Why must we be placed into these walls inclosed?
Why must we be stuck under these labels imposed?
No matter what
Questions
Whenever we ask it's put to an end
Actions speak louder than words
'We don't mean to offend'
No more rebuttals
'Shut up'
Honest
Questions
Why can't we question?
Be expressive?
Why ask questions that you answer yourselves?
What do you want from us?
A shadow for a hand covering our sound
Pushed deeper down into the ground
Chains
Scars
Hearts filled with pains and burdens of oneself
So many words left unspoken
Broken
After all this
Just one
Question
But we're the ones seen as aggressive?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All anger in you can be seen in your poem too, Good one. FIVE STARS