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Cold as ICE
Here we stand, trying to draw the lines,
Between the ones who’ve always been here,
And the ones who came from somewhere else.
Is it cold as ICE in your soul?
I don’t know why you feel I don’t belong,
But I know this much — I work my hands raw,
Sweat through the nights and break my back,
Doing the jobs nobody else will touch.
And still, you’re cold as ICE,
Like winter’s chill that won’t let go.
Why? Why do you keep me at arm’s length?
Why do you wanna control the color
That’s painted on my skin?
Does that shade mean more to you
Than the man beneath it?
Is it fear or hate that freezes as ICE your heart,
Or just the weight of the world dragging you down?
I don’t know, but I’m standing here,
Trying to melt that ICE with words and truth.
Tell me, why you gotta be so cold as ICE?
When all I want is to be seen,
Not as the color I wear,
But as the man I am inside.
Rolando Matias
