Whether or not I’m alive to see it,
The truth will always survive and surface.
The truth about what I believe,
As long as I keep writing my history,
The reader will be able to know. The truth
About my thoughts
And what I believe.
The truth about others’ thoughts
And why they did what they did to those people.
Why they crushed them, beat them,
Hurt them and their children.
Why they pushed them down
Instead of helping them rise; rising with them.
Standing once society has battered and bled your legs
Takes guidance unless you walk a painful, ****** path.
But it’s hard when others have deserted your kind.

They are hurting us slowly; intentionally.
They are killing us.