SPEAK OUT PT. 1
SPEAK OUT PT. 1 I didn't have a choice On how it would turn up I didn't have a choice On how I would come out I didn't have a choice On how it would play I never held the brush For my portrait I never held the clay From which I was moulded And i wish i could only wish But my jini lamp is broken Atleast I have a mouth For the mumb i speak for Atleast I have an arm For the weak I can fight for Atleast I know my words For I can write more Atleast I can see For I spit out the injustice Atleast I am human For I get to share the world Atleast I have sound min For me to seek honour I am no righteous man I can never judge I can't hold a grudge But I can't bear the injustice of the badge For it leaves a heavy wide buggage And while they bring fire, we are the bregade Poetic_Pj©