I still have a voice
I've been brutalized, immobilized and stripped of my rights.
I was gun down to the ground by a man who was looking for a fight.
No weapons, no threat.
Just skittles and tea.
One bullet made everyone care for me.
They found out my dreams, my aspirations and my future goals.
Little brother and son.
I took on those roles.
For every man like me who was treated wrong.
The nation will speak for us, loud and strong.
This poem is about:
Our world