In a street with only a single house
There is no street light...
I wrote this poem when I was like 16. I just found...
The World...
Limits they call them.
Reality they say...
Is there true justice?
Lady justice blindfolded...
All are talking
about releasing...
So use to being a girl in trouble
In need of rescuing on the double...
Yesterday, today, tomorrow we stand,
Trying to keep up with society's demand...
Where is the song, once sung?
Where is the safety in which we lived...
I believe in God, is there something wrong with...
I believe in Jesus, and I really don’t care...
My forefathers spoke the truth as they
saw it...
They call her names,
and watch her cry...
Where is the humanity?
i think the richers killed it...