searching for a way to show you how i feel
i spot an opportunity, i step forward
you told me i stepped too far
acting without heed to privilege and power
paint me with the same brush as so many before
disregard how i feel and the pedestal you say i'm on
a glance into your core shows insecurities
from an era long since forgotten
is it really worth recovering? are those memories worth recovering?
maybe on your own time
you offer redress, you say that i did nothing wrong
but then why is my chest still tight and why are my steps still so heavy?