Never Met

ALZ, 8th - Oakland, CA
I walk the streets
All ll eyes on me 
They look scared 
I don't know why 
We’ve never met 
Why do they look surprised 

Doesn't matter 
It's always the same 
They’re always scared
When they hear my name 
They think I’m ill
They think I’ll kill
They think they'll die 
If I walk by 

I'm always staying home 
So I wouldn't bother them 
They don't even know 
Where I am from 

I'm always trying to be myself 
But I can't do that or else …
They bully and hate 
I have no place
In their hearts nor their race

I was born here
But they don't care
They think there is no place for difference 
They think we all have to be the same
They think that we bring them shame 
We cant be different 
They want to control our lives

I'm scared
Why are they like this 
They don't care for no elder or younger 
They don't care for our opinions, what we want 
“Don't go there” said my aunt

Even the way I'm dressed is bothering them
The way I talk 
The way I look 
The way I walk 
And the way I cook 

“Get out “ they tell me 
They warn me and count to three
I run as fast as I can trying to hide 
Got home and cried 
Under my bed I slide
 
Well at least I tried 
I thought they would like me if I was nice
I've tried it twice 
But their hearts are cold as ice  
Guess it will never work