Let Me Write to You a Poem
Let me write to you the injustices
When my mother’s words resound in my head
It is dangerous.
But it is okay to write about anything else.
I will.
So Let me write to you about my fears and sorrows
The way that some kids will never be happy
The way that women are made to appear
The way that we will find our own destruction
Let me write to you my anguish
How 98% of disgusting people will always get away with it
How good souls live in fear because of the color of their skin
How our religion keeps us divided!
And let me write to you the way my heart beats
When I walk alone and I feel someone following me
How this chaotic place has made us so used to it
The way we have the nerve to say “at least we have it better”
Well let me tell you that it’s not better…
When the people who are supposed to serve and protect
When the people who are supposed to help
Just turn their backs and say “It was your fault”
“He looked suspicious”
Shoot me five more times!
I will say…
“Mom I want to write to wake
The closed minds that are left to wonder…
I am writing my dreams…
No more injustice”
But will this help?
Maybe if I write faster.
Maybe if I rhyme slower.
Maybe then, it will end.