To stand in lines never ending
Feeling the anxiety rise
What shame is there in me voting
For whom are there judgmental eyes?
My vote is practically wasted
Not dwelling in one of the swings
Consider the state decided
Why shouldn\'t I collect my things?
If my vote means nothing to them
Why should I bother to cast it?
Am I defending racism?
My presence here causes a fit
Why must we feel shoved down so low?
To be white seems to be evil
All that I am from head to toe
Is tried before courts, illegal
Racism is that one race reigns
And one must pay homage because
Notice that nothing here remains
We had done and killed the causes
By manly need of avarice
They sowed the seeds for them again
Good friends, better accomplices
Slave and master they all became
Can my small vote make us return
To when racism was a laugh
I hope when I am in the urn
I\'ve altered our slope on this graph