Black is White
Your wrong is right
I can't speak up I'm terrified
Because you're clothed in might
I'm too low to reach your high horse
I'm just a girl who your crowd ignores
The crowd I belonged to too
When I thought I knew
And Whatever you said was true
When What you did I'd do
and I followed and honored you
But I had no clue
That I lost sight of what was
Just like me,you're human up close
Your word had become my truth
And your voice was my muse
Till I found out on my own,
You were wrong
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The Voice of My Silence
PoesíaThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
