I was never given the opportunity to make a decision

I was kidnapped and fed to believe in others beliefs like religion

Religion that's dropping wood and coal in the fire of my oppression

An oppression that was never my decision

A decision carved by strangers and allies bathed in oppression

Oppressions that were shadowed knives that stemmed and leak the blood of victims of depression

depressions made from being a target because I refuse to be a puppet on a string of someone's decision

I didn't know it was a first come first serve

The first ones here in history made history

that will forever live on like repeated history

I guess that's why I was cropped out of the story

Because I was a little too late in the making of history