Few Would Believe The Truth

Written by: verlecia fields

the world is but a sick, silk, jock of jokes 
placed around my unshackled colored neck
and i want you to see and (but) you can't
it can't be your felt 
you just don't know the truth 
you just can't believe the truth 
but the street kids they know....   
Yes! they know... 
they see.... 
and still there be no real love...
only tears over graves of pain      

for the streets, she loves' nobody...
and blood stains have no names.