Speak My Mind


I’m here to speak my mind.

Poor oiled clock, I’m on my grind.

Perhaps that’s why, I’m never on time.


Look at the world.

How can one’s mind not race with thoughts?

War, religion, the thought of your daughter becoming a thot?


Israel, Palestine, Ukraine Russia

All the deaths, how much more can people take.

Legitimate wars or are the reasons fake?


Is war just a product of religion?

Heaven or hell, is that God’s decision?

It wasn’t mine like that circumcision.


Can religion save the children?

Is there no hope for our sons and daughters?

Was that not the point of a martyr?


All these things racing in my mind.

Speak yours as well.

Please don’t decline. 


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