I still have a voice

Thu, 07/07/2016 - 10:32 -- Klenton

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

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