A Caged Reality

My friend once asked me if I was okay

I never knew that she thought of me that way 

No, I'm not okay, in case you were wondering

The world is built on sadness, anger, and things that are menacing

When colored people are being judged by their skin

When we seem to believe that beauty is always what's on the outside

Well, I am sick and tired of these issues revolving around us

It doesn't matter, you know, the skin tint

And I want to question the judges, why we should live up to their expectations

Even when they know they shouldn't judge, but still, cant't resist the temptation

And then there's the continuing issue with beauty

If we want to be beautiful, we should remain ourselves and that's our duty

Because the definition of beauty is what's inside a person

But it is still being mistaken that beauty is only what's on the outside and yet we keep judging and observing

Hey! Is that girl pretty or ugly, too fat or skinny, would she look good if she was gangly?

So forgive me if I look ugly or scary

But I seem to not care about that at all, because beauty is what's inside

I want to wake up to a reality that doesn't judge at all

That doesn't bring anyone down, is that wish too small?

And I long for the puzzle piece of happiness, peace and respect

So it shouldn't matter, our size, skin color, face or any aspect

And so we continue to live this double life and let our eyes be fraudulent

It looks like we are caged birds, and can never be free

And we continue to fake it and keep getting scars

And see, this has to have something, you know, a name that we could call

How about a caged reality, where nothing seems to be peaceful or happy at all?