Stereotypes...

Am I a human to you
do you want to blame me too?
I cannot walk along the street, your eyes could kill,
yet you do not think that I could feel
too.

I cry for their lives, I die for their cries
but you're fed with lies.
I know you would erase me if you could.

Shattered glass is like my heart for I'm afraid,
you'd kill me again if dead I laid.
You even confuse me so I believe
that I'm to blame and I should leave
from this world.
 

I know Italian who's not a chef,
a Muslim who isn't terrorist, stupid and deaf.
A black man who doesn't rob,
a woman with an important job.
Indian who doesn't rape.

Oh how you blame us.