Speechless
I was granted the freedom to speak.
Yet it seem like that rule doesn't apply
when it comes to me.
Can't vote, due to my past Felonies.
Freedom of speech, that's what you're
telling me.
Can't express thy thoughts.
Can't express thy mind.
I can just take this pen and write on these
lines.
yet if the wrong hand get a hold of it, in
jail I'm doing time.
So Freedom of speech for Who.
Freedom of speech for what.
Freedom of speech is a dream that some
of us could Never catch, because freedom
of speech don't speak for us.
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