The Flight
Most people talk about me
without seeing the things I seen
or going through the thing I've been through
Never seeing me
only the image they despise
of what they can't relate too
Taking my stand
never refusing to fight
even though I'm not immune from pain
Even with broken wings
still trying to take flight
Growing up in the projects
has not stop my ability
to keep moving forward
With my last breath
I will continue to speak
against all forms of racism and hatred
those that held me down
your chains are broken
The stars are my home
the heavens is room
beyond the sky is where I shall rest
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