We don't walk free
Because in this world there are only children
The aging of our bodies does not constitute
The adaptivity of our minds
Our hearts will always be 'Cowboys and Indians'
Rupturing before becoming the temples they were designed to be
And I digress
It is but ourselves that we must blame for this intolerance
For we have created our own worst nightmares
And stereotyped them on the outsides of our skin
We call them Prejudice
Religion
Politics
When our entire lives dress in skin tight
Americanized reality TV show facades
Disguising gun shots and track marks
As history
Our minds cannot be saved
Our stories unfathomed
Our bodies unrecognizable
Sun baked in digital stereo sound
It's human to crave nothing more than to fight it
It's in our nature to hurt and make bleed
To cover up the fact that we all feel so small
Guilt resides within us but we refuse to face it
Instead we rationalize it
Take it out on the people who don't deserve it
And call it freedom