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.