Maybe Then...
Author: Debra Thompson, © 2001

I carry your bags and I wear your clothes I see through your eyes breathe through your nose Then you can accept me, but only then ---- If I walk in your shoes one step behind following the lead of your superior mind I sleep in my box and I walk in my yard I play by your rules so it isn’t too hard But you don’t accept me, not even then ---- You divide me and label me to conquer my soul You know all I’ve been thinking or so I’ve been told You know who I am, how I feel, what I think If you could see it through my eyes you’d see a soul on the brink of accepting who I am, but what then ---- You give me no credit, no respect am I due All I’ve been given, I owe it all to you You point an accusing finger then push me down Like the omnipresent bully on every neighborhood playground If I’d accept the blame you’d be happy then, maybe then ----