What it’s like
The reasons why
The things a persyn must
do
or die
You’ll never understand
The strength it takes
To
embrace my fate
Time and time again
Being spit at for what I
am
You’ll never understand
You curse me to hell subtly
Telling
me not to fight this system
Don’t file lawsuits against it
Then
you say you love me
You’ll never understand
Everything about you
is a contradiction
Sick consumer puppets of imperialism
Parasitic
existences mind washed into believing in
“corrections”, “terrorism”,
white male supremacy
You’ll never understand
I’m on my third
lawsuit
My fifth year straight solitary
Took me a whole generation
to discern the compliment
Each time you spit at me
