Abuse
I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE
Home Bitter Home
Home Bitter Home
I come from a place far away,
a place I ache to call home.
Where innocents die everyday
starving, or murdered home bitter home.
If I would've remained in its bitterness,
I would be a skeleton walking.
Or crawling through its wilderness,
So I'm thankful to be breathing.
Why is the color of my skin?
a factor to decide my fate to live.
To live freely I had to flee my kin,
for my freedom was in the hands of man to give.
Now I'm thankful to have my human rights,
simple rights so precious.
I can speak my mind and even wear tights,
without being over cautious.
Every day I think of my people who are home,
starving, suffering, dead or enslaved.
Looking for a way to leave our bitter home
or wish to be buried the instead.
I look to the skies and ask our heavenly father,
to not let this continue any further.
If we believe in him we believe in fate,
so we can wonder what brings the hate.
I wish to live to the day,
that my home will be sweet in every way.
Till then I urge everyone who can,
to try to help my kin in South Sudan