Never Equal

You hit me, thats self defense,

I hit you, thats a criminal offence,

The world has always, been on the fence,

The way of the world, don't make no sense.

We're all working hard, to become something,

As soon as we succeed, they want to say something,

We work twice as hard, to get what they have,

They fly through life, not appreciating what they have.

Why is there always a clause for colour,

Or for those who have a certain culture,

Certain ethnicities always suffer,

Every single moment just makes us tougher.

We call each other brothers,

Because we're side by side,

We call each other sisters,

Because we're ride or die.

We work harder to make ends meat,

It will never be one rule for all,

We would rather die on our feet,

Then die on our knees, we stand tall.

Dhanesh Mistry