My voice is quiet My head often hangs low But when I hear stories of injustice My mouth refuses to remain closed Nothing sparks more fire in my heart More anger in my soul Then ignorant individualsThat speak down to my father As he stumbles across syllables Eurocentric standards of educationUsed as justification To shame half the population If only you knew how smart he is in Somali I think to myself Nothing sparks more fire in my heartMore anger in my soul Then when I hear of a young brother’s life lost And his story remains untold Whether it’s at the hands of police Or the product of these streets Black lives continue not to matterWhich only gets me madder Because our culture Only continues To make y’all pockets fatter I am angry I am filled with rage RUNTA Haddii kale waxaan lahaa Haa Haye My diasporic people Hear me when I say this This countryWasn’t built for you The land of the free But tell me just for whom? These colonial systems Were only created to oppress Forced to make movements to value black lives Cuz any one of us could be next And to my Somali youth Don’t ever forget your roots Learn your mother's tongue And visit your motherland Because rebuilding our nation Should always be the greatest plan
