Destroy my character
tossed back to Africa
I feel like myself nolonger
sentenced to starve, why? I wonder
seduced by hunger
reduced to a statistic, why? i still wonder
introduced to pain blindly
found marks of poverty on my body, why me?
Begged to be released kindly,
Words trapped in my rib cage
history is related to Vintage
been expressing rage lately
words flow faintly, whispers!!
I hate this perimeter, Used to call it Africa
Today it slays your character!! Africa..