Many Sleepless nights
Living on empty stomachs
Warlords, Senseless fights
Carrying on daylight murders.

Many young people were killed
Innocent women and children
Wooden box coffins unnailed
As the hopeless masses ran.

Three hundred fifty thousand
Number of innocent souls lost
Unmarked graves in the sand
Why did they die, at what cost?

Rest in peace to mama dear
One of the innocent souls lost
Oh justice, how close or near?
For answers, we need you most!

Power, weapons, money I have not
Spoken words I'll use to demand justice
Until I die, this fight I'll always be about
Mama is the caveat for demanding poetic justice

Stop setting yourself on fire for people who will sit back and watch you burn.

I don't mean to make you feel stupid
I don't think you're stupid
I don't set a higher standard for myself than you
Because I think I'm worth more than what you do
I have a double standard for everyone else versus me
because I think I need to do more to prove myself you see
and you're worth more than my accomplishments will ever be

No matter how easy it might be
to find your worth in acccomplishments, intelligence, or beauty

That's just not where it lies
there your value isn't tied

because it is imeasureable, infathomable
and
YOU
ARE
BEAUTIFUL