Miss America, can I get a second of your time?
No one quite admires your beauty and strength quite like I
You are quite remarkable in person may I add
But, why don’t you feel the same about me?
Why is my voice never heard?
My skin may be a little darker, but does that silence my concerns
Does that give your shielded warriors the right to gun me down
Does that give you the right to undermine an entire culture
I’m just walking to my house, why am I suspicious
I was just coming from the gas station, is the gun necessary
I was just going to class, did I have to be rolled up in gym mats
I didn’t use my turning signal, is that why my blood is on the steering wheel
Miss America please don’t walk away from me
I’m just trying to have an open conversation
I tried talking to your uncle, Sam
But he just raised my debt and said have a nice day
I just want to know why can’t we be friends
Why are you so afraid of me
Is it my curly hair, dialect, and pride in my culture
Why do I have to be a carbon copy of you?
If you don’t like us, why are you taking my culture
Hate my dark skin, but tan yours
Hate my ape-like lips, but make yours bigger
Condemn rap music, but your kids dance to it
Miss America, I just have to know
Your grandfather owned us
Your father took our civil rights
Now, your brother shoots me even though my hands are up
Maybe next time
I know you are very busy
I’ll be waiting to hear from you again
Just hope it’s soon because I don’t know how much longer I’ll be alive.