1--It Happened Before I Was Born

Is my silence in your head? Am I an echo of your dead, Your history written before my footsteps touched the ground. Accusations stealing innocence, erasing purpose before I'd even made a sound. With your scars I cannot see, you demand a life of penitence of me . It happened before I was born. How long have you been building your scorn. A truth I can't outrun, It's never anything I have done. It happened before I was born. In the stories left unspoken, where the truth is hard to find, A lineage of silence, tangled in the roots of time. Lawmakers’ quiet consent, carving out a future blind, In the mirror of the past, I see the loss I can't define. It happened before I was born. How long have you been building your scorn. A truth I can't outrun, It's never anything I have done. It happened before I was born. Stories etched in quiet resistance, hidden beneath the skin, A legacy of longing, a quiet cry deep within. Born into a silence, where the weight of what’s been, Leaves a mark I carry, though I never asked to begin. It happened before I was born. How long have you been building your scorn. A truth I can't outrun, It's never anything I have done. It happened before I was born.