Minority

I was once a slave to ignorance,
Oblivious to the pain that ideas could carry and words could inflict.
Thankfully I had Collin and Chris to keep me from falling into a steep pit of racism and prejudice.
I've been judged, but I'm not gonna bullshit or pretend I can imagine oppression in it's most primitive state.
So how can I have any kind of pride in "my people" when they're the ones who have caused the pain?
I can't.
So I take pride in the new minority.
The one that crosses through imaginary lines of race and religion.
The one that struggles for survival each day inside the merciless slaughter house of society.
My people are the ones who think.
The ones who realize we are all equal.
The people who steady their pens enough to write for peace, though their hearts scream for war.
The ones who would rather live as slaves for a lifetime than think as the slave drivers do for a day.
The ones who have been killed for not fighting for things they had no faith in.
For writing about truth, even if it means being "obscene".
My People are the ones who refuse to be another fucking machine.
My people are the ones who know love and show it because they know it won't be shown by the majority.