[silent no more]

Red tinted tears stream Down chocolate brown cheeks Heads bowed, knees taken, Bloody rivers wind through the streets.

Yet my silence is preferred, Placid, unassuming, and meek. They rather have me zip-lipped Not raising my voice to speak. You would rather me nicely quiet, Than to have to hear injustice's reek.

A sinister minister, black laity Burdened with the uncontrollable urge to preach. My ministry and weapons are one in the same These words, the keyboard, the pen the flame.

My brothers and sister's, My kin in skin, they feel my pain and I feel their's exactly the same. Stopped on the roadside again, The embarrassment. The shame.

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