Analysis of Equality (Double Standard)

You will tell me, to my face, you believe  we're equal.
But the paperwork I filled out, feels like a prequel.
Equal, equal, equal, in every shape and form.
Yet, you ask me, what I am, on every form.

Story time, every day, I look you into your eyes.
I hear all your words, I hear all the lies.
Tell me things, only things, I want to hear.
Then you whisper to your friends, I'm really not sincere.

Your parents, their parents, and so on, for so long.
Went to defend, all their rights, singing a war song.
You can't take all my rights, they chant until they die.
The thought of equal, only starts, when the bias dies.