Would it mean anything to you
If we shouted from the shingled rooftops
– yes shingled, not thatched –
If we screamed out the agony?
” H E L P ! ”
“W e n e e d c h a n g e ! ”
We need change.
Would you prefer
To not know?
Than, to have it spread open,
Like a vagina
– belonged, like cattle, not woman,
cause she is owned not free –
Spread in your face
In her need of heat
And you still don’t feel enough to want to help…
It sure is easier to be
ignore-ant to things
Yet, let us join together,
Onward, Upward, Forward, Together…
And continue speaking on changing the national average [math] grade…
Let us continue to stay quiet about the;
abuse of our children
– by the once trusted-
abuse, the dark feel of abandonment
– lack of care in a place full of people –
abuse, handed out to the people
– rape, prevalent among the less of power, taught by those in power…-
May the song of my people…
Be one of quiet frustration…
still too scared of our own greatness.