Control

how am i supposed to be me

when all you do is conceive me

believe me

i am not a God

i am not a fraud

i am just trying to get along

with the fact that this place is not well

this is not a society

this is a hell

of a lot more issues

some issues that you cannot define

simply everyone is just out of line

and we are numbed by the fact that it is okay

if there's anything that involves speaking up

we stray away

from the voices of women

to the voices of African Americans

because why would anyone want to hear

the words they speak so clear

you say that you're just stating an opinion now

but an opinion is not an opinion if it degrades them

but how

you ask

you tell me

since my voice is not heard

since you are in control of me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Juman Avatar
July 8, 2016 at 2:45 AM
Excellent--well done
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July 2, 2016 at 2:45 AM
Awesome poem, Skylark. LINDA
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July 2, 2016 at 12:18 AM
wow, sad to read this, makes lots of sense. enjoyed. SKAT
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