it is sun, it is fire, it is dawn

a revolution color

a future we build on

From silence to strength,
from invisibility to claim,
we do not ask to be seen,
we demand to remain.

We are not your myth, your model, your shame,
We are power unmasked; we name our own name.

Linked with struggles, Black and Brown,
Chains of empire shaken down.
From Chinatown to campus halls,
A movement answers justice’s call.
No longer margins, they take their place,
Fists of unity, a proud new face.

Silently suffering without any identity

Yellow is the power we need to reclaim

Respect is sought but never given on its own mentally

Without having any shame or being to blame

We fight for it when it's not shown

Creating groups to find our name

Mirroring black Panthers but it's not the same

To rise against the oppressive atrocity

And break away from chains of conformity

Can you answer this question: 

What’s your identity?

From years of oppression, frustration festers, 

New language to express resentment and self-hate,

To voice out a new call, new identity to make, 

Rejecting the slurs targeting their race, 

Proud Asian Americans they are, they embrace,

Includes all Asians, from the Japanese to the Filipinos, 

To stand up against the abuse where they must forgo, 

Language gives power, to the oppressed and the oppressor. 

those who oppress us

On our color or shape of eyes

Though we come from different places

the struggle we fight for is still the same

We all have different faces

But there is a common cause for us to blame

Discrimination will keep us hindered

But standing up for ourselves will make us heard

Because the mold was cracked,

The mirror distorted,

The norm was a lie beneath the stars

We saw the fractures,

How survival never meant silence,

So we rose

Asian, Black, Indigenous, Brown

Voices intertwined

the Third World Liberation Front,

A choir full of fight.

Solidarity became our language,

Freedom, our demand, and in unity.

We found power