You say that it’s not relatable,
That it’s no longer an issue,
Just because you don’t see it.
You write songs about love,
About the boy who doesn’t look at you during math,
While we write songs about being beaten in the streets,
About not getting that big promotion we’ve been working for
Because you got it instead,
You write about wizards, and a mid-life crisis;
We’re still writing about the years of poverty, lack of schooling,
In fact the poor schooling because we’re not good enough for your best teaching.
You give us detentions for our haircuts,
A stop and search for our attire.
I ask a question –
You call it an attitude problem.
But you tell me to my face that there’s no issue,
That it’s all in my mind – just a chip on my shoulder,
And I’m constantly apologising for sins not even my own.
But it’s not something you’ll ever understand.
Which is why it’s no longer an issue,
Because it never was for you.