Wait my turn? When will you white women ever learn? I had the same old talk with Carrie Chapman Catt Twenty years ago I thought you might be better but you still don't know
You want me to wait my turn To simply put my sex before my race? Oh, why don't I leave my skin at home And powder up my face? Guess who always waits her turn Who always ends up in the back Us lucky ones born both female and black
Wait my turn? Well, I sure don't see you waiting yours No, you're preaching, "We demand it now" While knocking down locked doors But you want me to wait my turn So you don't offend your Southern basе Since when does a radical roll ovеr for bigots in the first place? That's not leadership Alice, it's cowardice
I hear you quote Frederick Douglass on your soapbox Intending to include and impress us But in the press you play down our involvement And here behind closed doors, you attempt to suppress us "Deeds, not words", says the button on your jacket I'm so sick of rhetoric with no action to back it
If you don't have the spine to stand with us now What will it take? You do have a choice There's always a choice Which one will you make?
Don't you dare tell me to wait my turn In truth, it's not your call Either I march with my own state delegates Or I don't march at all
I'm not here to soothe your guilt That is none of my concern I won't beg for your approval Which I shouldn't have to earn So no matter what you tell me I will not wait one more minute for my turnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
