Drink from this cup of freedom for all
Everyone, makes me wanna holler
How come, you asking others for a dollar?
Why beg for a crumb?
When you need a high priced lawyer
Who don’t need a gun
To rid you of this man-made collar
This collar of loathing self-hate
Again I holler, that you didn’t create
Just follows generations
Who they indoctrinate
Pull yourself up, stand proud and tall
Drink from this cup, of freedom for all
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world