A missed soul
tourchered life...
This child sits now before me
Moist eyes full of tears...
Written wen i was 17;
I'm starting to realize...
We all sit at our desks
just listening like clones...
With your hand
reach out and...
City torn apart by two gangs
buildings burned to the ground...
Who We Are
Black or white, religion or race...
For years we hide in fear and shame,
Our own self loathing a prison and cage...
We don't all look the same ,
nor can we do the same things...
He... standing by the corner,, deranged in red...
she... staring at the stars,, frozen in death's...
The memories that haunt me are those of my own...
All of us feel like dead ends
for the lies just keep slipping...