Other
Flicker of an ash
Fingers stained like grass
Haven't been cleaned in days
Haven't ever been another way
Don't want to be other
Like our overworked mothers
Like our racist fathers
But we still never bother
To change
To change
We other you to this day
We other you to this day
The soil gives us away
We don't toil we don't pay
Where did I come from?
It doesn't change the way
Don't want to be other
Fetishize all our lovers
Objectify all colours
Convinced we've all changed
We other you to this day
Writer/s: Jacob Earl
