Do we not matter?
Do we not seek our maker?
When you see us, do you see a soul?
Or an empty sack of skin?
Are you looking all that hard?
Ignoring your eyes and trusting your heart?
Or blissfully ignoring the truth?
Accepting ignorance and blind testimonies?
You degrade us; acting as if we had no feeling
Stepping on us as if we had no fight
We struggle for a reason,
Clinging to everything, begging for respect
Is this our fate?