Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

It Doesn't Matter


Tranquil go through life with the flow
Things ain't easy for any of the homos
Society will try and make you feel low
even the community, why is it shallow?
See, I didn't know there was expectations to the rules
Everything We do to one another really isn't that cool
If you only knew, how much it makes me feel ashamed
I don't really see the pride the gays try and claim

that's when I speak, this community has fallen weak
I haven't seen not an ounce of humanity peak
Like, I can not really put it past me
awful, how some can get a little nasty
things is crazy, but, I only provide the facts
sometimes when you see it, you just want to laugh
to keep your sanity, trying not to walk the same path
because it reminds you that mentally some are trapped

where is the love? aren't gays suppose to be happy?
yeah, sadly, the painted image isn't much of reality
how our preferences generate certain forms of hate
when you're fem, i feel, you take the most brutal of the beatings
like, how can you harbor any frighteningly ill feelings?
the world is blind, that's all they see,
as the protagonistic figure of this community
if you looking for a change, do something, do something
instead you complaining and you do nothing, do nothing
who wants to continue to see
that we ain't living equally?
because without the fem, honestly, we wouldn't see society come
around to see the day gays get married
they have fought for the rights to the community as a whole
to be able to gain the love and acceptance
that will diminish the hate and negligence
and it, alone, is a courageous act
this is something you can't forget

Whatever is going on in your mind, acknowledge it
but, for real though, I really didn't know
issues like self-esteem is incredibly low
you want and expect all these things from a guy
that isn't really required
the images of a man you have painted is retired
I see you wild 'n out, tell me what that's about?
baby, you showing out, I'm seeing all your doubts

where does the issues with skin come from?
Slavery taught it and it became the outcome
To this whole pigment insecurities we welcome
this admiration for the fairer skinned person
the darker skinned would face strong aversion
Am I the only one who see this as a problem?
We have endured so much and have evolved
doesn't mean the feelings will dissolve
I'm black and i'm proud, i'm comfortable in this skin
you can feel whatever you want, that's your opinion
because nothing really matters to those on the outside looking in
still, to society, we are men and are all looked down on
still, to society, we are men and are all frowned upon
when you lie down with men is it not a sin?
it doesn't matter if you are fem, in between or masc
gay is gay and to them, we are all outcast

Submitted: Wednesday, January 01, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 01, 2014

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