I
come from a town where the people look brown, talk black and act white
And
a generation of education that taught me that all I need to survive is a C
This
town is of people with big shoes and small steps,
Of
people who walk on the sodium lit streets without knowing which side of the
road they are walking,
With
a displaced generation- of ones who never grew up in the land they come from,
Because
money speaks louder than words.
Filled
with a little bit of Hypocrisy that there are no jobs,
Except
of those who advertise and attract the eyes of those filled with experience.
He
is rejected from the job because stereotype is a fact of the eyes,
It’s
like a filter of the camera which puts him in either black or white disguise,
Suddenly,
every Black boy is a gangster,
All
Muslims with beards and baggy jeans carry a bomb,
All
Polish guys are meant to be builders,
All
Indians are meant to be doctors.
The
road under the sodium lights-
Either
leads to a road of a Prince, a fairy tale marriage,
Or
lives behind the closed doors, with people barely staying alive.
In
this pot of melting colour and creed , People divide, judge my life
,People
cutting at me if my boyfriend’s white and my best friend’s gay or black
This
town is cut beyond bandage,
The
only thing that will keep this town alive is love,
As
Black eyed peas once said,
We
gotta have love to set us straight.
