Why Give Them The Power?

It's a wretched state of my people around

I'm bewildered and muddled with the way things are bound.

How they crave validity from people unknown,

Those who won't look them in the eye

Or talk about their past

Yet judge the scars that run down their arms.

They won't ask where their sleep goes to hide

When those inner demons roam inside their mind.

But they won't forget to remind you

To cover up the stains your eyes wear

Telling the world, the hurdles you had to bear.

Why do you give them the power to decide?

When they don't even ask about the days you lie in bed trying to hide

Those days where you swallow less than you puke

Those days where you don't even wince as you run the blade 

Why would you need acceptance from those?

Who'll ask you to man up each time, problems you expose. 

Or bring up your gender each time from your eyes a tear rose 

A society where you're asking for it when you decide to wear a skirt.

A society cuffing your hands inside, when you're born to freely ride.

Why live to impress those,

Who force complexion tests on your face

To determine the beauty, you hold

Layers and layers of cream and bleach

Masks on top of masks

Till the time you stand in front of the mirror

Asking yourself if these masks are more

Then the ones you put on every day 

A society which speaks of love yet forgets to preach it

Where love is prisoned just like our true selves

Where the color of the rainbow is only black and white.

I know this lineage of social acceptance runs in the deepest parts of our mind,

As judgments and criticism roll from their tongue 

And runs freely along our naked vulnerabilities.

Before they achieve in assembling those walls around us

Let's stand together like a wrecking ball 

And vandalize their speculations

And ask us why?

Why do we let them triumph when the battle is ours?