My heart burns, it yearns
for things I may never have.
My blood boils, my heart is in turmoil.
Am I living, or do I just exist?
I ponder these things over and over.
My intellect reflects
My ancestors struggles and pain.
My brain, is the key to my salvation.
Please hear me God,
as your servant
I elect to serve.
My people are a proud, but distant family.
I need to be released into mankind,
no longer bound by color,
but united by love.
Will I ever truly know the meaning of peace
for my mind, body, and soul....