underground reverie
Racism agendad, cultured by tribalism,
promoting bigotry. Marginalization goes all ways.
I can feel your hate, your disdain, the resentment and shame for being part of a sentience in disharmony.
They want that feeling because it blinds us to our potential;
To our true vision.
But you’re addicted to emotions
And you don’t want to change, you're addicted to the pain.
Rituals programmed at birth
By a hurt that digs deep into our meaning and abilities to grow.
This hurt has sewn a space for its toxicity.
A part of us is dying and parts of us feel for the estranged in ways we do not understand because we are taught we don’t have authority.
Even though you are the only one with it.
You are born into your tribe, cultured by your tribe.
Tradition is killing us but saving your tribe because your tribe still thinks it’s different, that we all aren’t aliens. That we all haven’t lived lifetimes.
Our souls know the light of love and
Our hearts hurt with the pains of birth and our ideas keep us fastened to this earth.
Our harnesses, our strings, need to be addressed with patience and listening so we know how to strengthen what bonds we are tied to.
promoting bigotry. Marginalization goes all ways.
I can feel your hate, your disdain, the resentment and shame for being part of a sentience in disharmony.
They want that feeling because it blinds us to our potential;
To our true vision.
But you’re addicted to emotions
And you don’t want to change, you're addicted to the pain.
Rituals programmed at birth
By a hurt that digs deep into our meaning and abilities to grow.
This hurt has sewn a space for its toxicity.
A part of us is dying and parts of us feel for the estranged in ways we do not understand because we are taught we don’t have authority.
Even though you are the only one with it.
You are born into your tribe, cultured by your tribe.
Tradition is killing us but saving your tribe because your tribe still thinks it’s different, that we all aren’t aliens. That we all haven’t lived lifetimes.
Our souls know the light of love and
Our hearts hurt with the pains of birth and our ideas keep us fastened to this earth.
Our harnesses, our strings, need to be addressed with patience and listening so we know how to strengthen what bonds we are tied to.
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