Our pens flow the pain of injustice
Like a river roaring quiet in the rain…
Our ink is the black of color
But we all have color in our heart, don’t we…
Our words speak the joy of love
Or it tells our anger, our hatred, and our sorrows within…
We sing the song of heart
And the pureness of our souls, sometimes…
We say it is Ok to love one another
No matter what our sexual preference is…
We say we love each other and beauty
We love poetry, art, and the power of our minds…
and we mean it!
We fucking mean it!
Our words scream of pain
we sing of joy
Our words paint our pictures
We still bleed red…
Our souls bare us naked
We do not care if you want us…
Our voices are not alone.
We don’t need your help to be beautiful
We Don’t…
WE DON’T…
AND WE WON’T BEG ON OUR KNEES
Our voices know chaos
Our voices know anarchy
Our voices know you…
But our pens can fight back and say
And say…Fuck You!
We are your people...
We are the people of the pen!
And we aren’t afraid to make the world right…
ARE YOU?
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