They think can't hear,
The crying voices of my peers,
The sounds of bullets ringing in ears,
The sound of a black teen's caution and fear,
They think I can't feel the hope and joy,
The sound of a small child playing with his toy,
They don't hear my silent rage,
Cause, they think they have trapped in their ignorant cage,
They think their crime washes away in the jail drains,
That they give us shots of ignorance to deal with the pain,
That we cripples with a food stamp cane,
That drugs, money, and liquor is what keep us sane.
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Bullets Shattering Reality
PoetryA collection of poems about social injustice and my faith.
