Range rover sally and a pack of cigarettes,
two best friends, a crowd and a picket fence.
Who wrote the language and who spoke the tongue,
too much for my stomach, not enough for anyone.
It is a college degree and a porn star name,
breaking the ‘rules’ just for some dice to play the game.
A vote for change is a vote for a white man’s boat,
but not enough to keep the poor afloat.
Bruises on my mothers shoulder,
knee pads on my ballerina brother,
dresses for my tom boy sister,
an earth for a make believe planet,
we are a race, faking our own survival.