A cycle
Abuse brings abuse
The cycle creates psychos
And will continue
To apprehend you
Even while you smile
The vile style
Is not easy to hide
We dive into our psyche
And see stressful times
Either running, crying
Living like you're dying
And trying to defy
These ties with terror
Only brings you to break the mirror
Cuz it was already cracked
And perhaps looking back
You'll see being black
Had a huge impact
On the why you had
So much weight on your back
The fact my mom
Suggest I should be strapped
When water guns for fun
Weren't allowed to be touched by her son
When he was very young
Makes me wonder how far we've come
And what has truly begun
Other than a crazy child on the run