Screaming My Name, Freedom
The shade of my skin, yet the glispe of scars that remind me what use to be.
A sight I once could see, but is covered by trees and forge anew.
Yet harsh words remind me that the scars are still real and that they were meant to kill.
In the eyes of deception as the man stands tall above me, he stands tall to slay me.
Curled in a ball as I took my last beaten, and I heard a yell, stop!
A call from my mother, screaming for my freedom.