Believe in what I am told or what I see
This war is bitter and I aspire to be free
Free from these shackles and discrimination
Free from selective elimination
We call our children mistakes so we can free ourselves of responsibility
And our babies are dying in the streets while we accept no liability
Governed by aggression it’s said that only the strong survive
But instead of showing strength we only know hostility
Creating a place where these demons thrive

A Child’s innocence is used for selfish gain
So mommy can get high and feel no pain
A child that knows no love has no true perception of reality
And the system has no love our children are lost on technicality
Now your babies will have babies searching for the love that they lack
They should have had love unconditional
But instead they turn to crack
Because their family has made it traditional
There is nothing like the cries of a neglected child
Mommy is too high to provide
Taught too young to hold it all inside
Poison their minds with ***** little secrets they are forced to hide
Teach them to look for nothing and that’s all you will find
Because that is all that’s left inside

Fill their minds with worldly possessions
Take what you can get despite the moral transgression
Take God out of our schools because money is the new respect
Craving only negative attention
Because of the love they now reject
First born to poverty and aware before their time
Unable to provide life’s necessities
They are pushed towards drug sales and crime
Society will blame this transgression on lack of affection
But really they are affected by lack of direction
No money to feed the hungry and poor
Our inspiration is music, TV, drugs, guns and war
Poor because they have been dominated and oppressed
Look away from those in distress
Push us too regress
Give to those who already have by taking from those who have less
The only way to survive is to ******, hustle and deceive
There is a better way of life
But not a better way to make them believe
A better way to teach us to accept this fate is what they crave
A better way to give us the mentality of a slave
Their methods of birth control created to control the minority
We are now the majority
They are scared to death we have become the priority
Our people born of whips and chains and still left unbroken
Fed our children’s sorrows from which we choke
there are still too many truths left unspoken

She is standing at the door
of a new home the state provided
From place to place they throw her
wherever budget has decided
Too much, too little, too quiet,
too honest, she talks too loud
Too messy, too mouthy, too unfocused
And her head whithin a cloud

I am sure she looks pretty pitiful
in her hand me down clothes
Trying to look presentable
to every new home she goes
I hope they aren’t mean
and definitely not too nice
I thought my new dad was just friendly
and for that misjudgement I paid a price

Of course no one believes
the mouthy child who always lies
Just making the story sound better
too much pain to disguise
She is just a little girl lost
and her lies scream out for attention
Forget the bruises and lack of food
that she forgot to mention

No one really wants to know
what I saw or what my daddy does
No one wants to hear about mommy's drugs
what she was doing or where I was
Like little slaves to the strangers
with rules sitting high and looking low
It’s not like we can go complain
there’s nowhere else for us to go

New schools and no friends
walk the halls, eyes to the floor
In a few weeks it starts again
friends don’t matter anymore
They point and whisper with cruel intent
because someone heard your tale
Of the kid that no one wanted,
which is pitifully dressed and frail

Children can be so cruelly misinformed
at times such as this
But I am just a nameless face
that no one will even miss
I stopped unpacking my suit case
so many months ago
No matter how the time goes by
my belongings never grow

A few outfits, a few pictures
and a book to write a thought
A few mementos from home
and a unicorn that my mom bought
Anything more is just a waste of time
and not worth all the fight
Of remembering what you leave behind
when they take you in the night

No one wants to face the tears
of the child you’re throwing away
Maybe it was harder to look
at their mirrors in the light of day
70 homes in 5 long years some with love
and some without a word
Some were nice and some paid a price
for the little girl left unheard

I spent my life with the sorrowed looks
of those who knew my world
And many times I heard the phrase
such a lost and lonely little girl
My mother filled her world with drugs and men
I paid the highest cost
In the end I gained my heart and soul
then found everything she lost

I grew up, took my head from the clouds
and put my feet on the ground
Went searching for the little girl I lost
and love the woman that I found

I resolve myself to the hazy visions
That my mind won’t let me recollect
The idea that I have suffered through
This violation, my mind wants to reject

The expanse of darkness is deep
As my emotions of pain are wide
I fear my conscious would resign
If this heinous act I did not hide

I push it to the forgotten depths
Where the evil in me, now sleeps
I am determined to chain it there
Cleaving to the defiant beast it keeps

I wish to purge this pestilence in me
That secretly grows strong in my mind
I am forever probing for the stillness
Of emotional health I cannot find

Like a thief this monster steals me
Drags me lifeless into the night
Leaves me comatose with fear
I am powerless and without flight

I can only retreat into the blackness
Escaping the fate of my despair
I am drowning in my own anxiety
My reality is now far beyond repair

The disfigurement of my past hidden
By the mask of a smile left engraved
My road to hell filled with good intent
With my blood & tears it’s been paved

My waking hours are filled with space
Denying me the comfort of disregard
And into the night as the sun creeps
My soul is now and forever scarred

Baby girl, with your head in your hands on the edge of the bed
Your body is so precious but you easily give it away
Your search for love so incredibly lost and desperate
The feeling is a fleeting moment that never seems to stay

I want so much to hold you and tell you what your worth
You are far above this world’s diamonds and gold
I can’t seem to reach you though
Locked away in the darkened cold

The strangers never give you what you really need
The touch never can quench your searching thirst
So alone and needing some release
Your razor smiling back at you …. Does its worst

Your mother’s love abandoned you and sold you to the streets
So many men who left your body torn and abused
Your little soul is crying out for help
From all of the empty substances you used

The little girl who ran away
And left her fate to chance
Living on the streets of pain
To chase the devils dance

I pray that there is mercy in your death
For now your pain has ended
There is peace for you my friend
I pray your soul is mended

The final dance is the loneliest
As you say your last goodbyes
More precious than all diamonds and gold
Finds her peace in soul’s demise

When the lights go out and darkness falls
My anxiety begins to rise
When the demon creeps into your flesh and crawls
Into my souls demise

When the makeup fades what bruises can not hide
I fall into a trap
When the urge to release the pain you hold inside
There was salvation in that strap

When I hear the baby cry out in pain for appease
The door is always closed
You hold a sickness that is never pleased
My weakness is exposed

When the whispers of your secrets pass me by
My fears forever remain
When the tears I am forced to cry
Keep unheard screams in vain

When the waking pain is far less than my dreams
Where you reign in terror
When the truth is never what it seems
For the father of lies you are the bearer

When the smell of cheap cigars can’t mask
The smell of scotch and water
I keep the secrets of a man who would ask
To bare the sins visited on his daughter

Your hateful words lash out and cut me open wide
My heart is bleeding an unarmed, gaping laceration
You drink willingly from the drops of blood I’ve cried
I tirelessly try to search your dark eyes for reparation

Your smile let’s me know that you have found pleasure
You want to see me hurt and I have made it all so easy
In my heart your disrespect has been hidden like a treasure
Words of regret come so quick I know it’s to appease me

It is no accident that you are able to drain me of emotion
This pain is all I have ever seen and all that I have known
Without pain there is no understanding of devotion
So much in love with the performance I have deeply grown

You use sorry as a band-aide to patch the deepened scars
I have heard it so so many times throughout the years
Your words have wounded me like the numbers of stars
I see that you have become drunk thirsting for my tears

You play me like the marionette made of strings and bone
I dance around like a fool for you in my steely iron chains
I have a much greater fear of being so desperately alone
That I have erased any memory of strength that remains

The only thing that is missing is the violence in your hands
Although in time those scars will begin to slowly fade away
I much prefer the lasting pain that killing my soul demands
I can hold on much more tightly to the divisive words you say

In my silence you see weakness but I just don’t want to fight
I don’t understand love without pain that cuts me to the core
And while I cry because it still hurts, inside I love the spite
I must love it like no other thing; I keep coming back for more

The field beckons no cries that a whip hasn’t already heard
Life and death on the brink, summer heat uttered not word
Blissful humming in one voice heard throughout the land
On the backs of broken dreams with thistles in their hands
Master’s porch holds children’s comfort, lemonade and smiles
Children to slaves dig their own graves in fields that grow for miles
Created food and comfort for the soul as family gathered around
Labored through the bitter day and in a family comfort found
Moments of peace in heartfelt joy in her sleeping quarters lie
Master visits without reprieve where a woman’s body will die
Her house a vessel of pain and her husband’s pride dissolved
The child born of lightened complexions and a mystery resolved
Her love not lessened for her child or by victim of circumstance
A child born under this slavery’s curse never stood a chance
The lineage of the slave’s blood only requires one single drop
Through centuries of prejudice that still never cease to stop
Taught to shame the hue of a whips detaching and broken skin
Forced to fight for freedoms sake a war we’ll never win
The master’s house hidden now, the sheets remaining white
The burning cross still cries of loss while they hate into the night
The years of past still holding fast and slavery yet abound
Where presidents dwell and shadows fell this prejudice still found
Held by man as less than human, now the future of a nation
Ignorance lies where evil hides but we are all of God’s creations