How.

They say:

Why do you sing

Can’t you feel the sting of this whip

Why do you laugh

Don’t you know we will always put you last

What’s up with this swag

Walking around like you have

We teach our children that you are nothing

Yet they follow your every move

We took everything away from you

Why is there so much left

Each time we cover you with concrete

Yet you grow like a stubborn weed

We break you down, peel back the skin and open you up

Wondering how can you keep going, growing, building, being

How are you leading

Even when we’ve forced you to the back