We are the collective hurt culture creates.
We are calling out for our children in cages.
We are watching bombs fall on our place of worship.
We are running from the sound of sirens.
We are having panic attacks in bathroom stalls.
We are hiding our love for fear of our lives.
We are leaving our bodies, praying they'll stop beating against us.
We are dying in electric chairs and prison cells.
We are laying on the ground with his knee on our necks,
crying out "I can't breathe"...
We are the monk on fire,
we are the woman on the street corner,
we are the man holding a cardboard sign.
We are bruised and bleeding asking, "why have you forsaken me?"
Do not look away because we make you uncomfortable,
look into our eyes and you will see the Face of God.
We are calling out for our children in cages.
We are watching bombs fall on our place of worship.
We are running from the sound of sirens.
We are having panic attacks in bathroom stalls.
We are hiding our love for fear of our lives.
We are leaving our bodies, praying they'll stop beating against us.
We are dying in electric chairs and prison cells.
We are laying on the ground with his knee on our necks,
crying out "I can't breathe"...
We are the monk on fire,
we are the woman on the street corner,
we are the man holding a cardboard sign.
We are bruised and bleeding asking, "why have you forsaken me?"
Do not look away because we make you uncomfortable,
look into our eyes and you will see the Face of God.
