My country hates me, my country raped me and my country will never date me.
So take me, into your arms. Comfort me, keep me from harm. It scares me to
hear the alarms, they're too loud. So treat me now as if I'm a
child. Wipe the tears and hold me now. Please erase my fears and calm me
down. I want to help, but how? I'm oppressed. The foot on my neck
presses hard and I'm stressed. Financially repressed, far from
emotional rest. I cant protest my embarrassment is like not other. My
country has given harassment all because of my color. So what’s the
resolution to this age old problem??

 
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