I am grieved because of your misguided eyes
For they were taught to discriminate and despise
And as the fruit of the trees that once
Draped black men from the skies
They will continue to bare seed and multiply
Misguided eyes
Why don't you take off your glasses and see
You weren't born with bad eyes
And you've been wearing a wig in disguise
Do you recognise histories demise on your subconscious mind?
When will you recognise politically corrected prejudice lines?
Like "I refuse to see you as the colour of your skin"
Because obviously there is something wrong with it
But just for me, you’ll choose to over-look it right?
Misguided eyes!
Maybe if you actually looked at my skin
You'd see that it is because I am different
That I am of value to you; and you to me
Maybe you would find that there is a lot to be gained
And a lot to be learned, even loved
If you'd just guide your misguided eyes
Sarah Kenyi © 2012
For they were taught to discriminate and despise
And as the fruit of the trees that once
Draped black men from the skies
They will continue to bare seed and multiply
Misguided eyes
Why don't you take off your glasses and see
You weren't born with bad eyes
And you've been wearing a wig in disguise
Do you recognise histories demise on your subconscious mind?
When will you recognise politically corrected prejudice lines?
Like "I refuse to see you as the colour of your skin"
Because obviously there is something wrong with it
But just for me, you’ll choose to over-look it right?
Misguided eyes!
Maybe if you actually looked at my skin
You'd see that it is because I am different
That I am of value to you; and you to me
Maybe you would find that there is a lot to be gained
And a lot to be learned, even loved
If you'd just guide your misguided eyes
Sarah Kenyi © 2012
