They Scream of Identity

Emancipate my spirit 
and set me free 
But that still don’t give me no identity

 

Hand me my walking papers, 
Teach me to read 
But that still don’t give me no identity

 

Send me back oversees 
To be with the ones that look like me 
But that still don’t give me no identity

 

Hand me a bible and tell me the Lord is with thee 
Alas, that still don’t give me no identity

 

Categorize and identify and sprinkle a bit of truth on top of your lies 
that will not give me no identity

 

White-wash my skin to make it more appealing 
how sad my identity isn’t found within

 

Open me up. Dissect my parts. 
Show me I bleed like them 
that still won’t give me no identity

 

Curse my existence and condemn my perfection 
But that still won’t give me no identity

 

Show me others who found themselves and I’ll show you a bit of you in them 
So no, that still won’t give me no identity

Reviews

[Rachael Lea]

This is absolutely fantastic. I really enjoy the subject in which tthis is about. It is similar to something that I have often said when asked who I am. How can you fully answer that question.... Yours is very similar though I sense anger and sadness and frustration. It is beautiful. Great job!

[harlem_knight]

thank you! my summation was that identity transcends race and any other defining factors but my frustration comes from that same understanding. i appreciate your review