Oil and Fire

You ignited the whisper
In a crowed of billions
A simmer of sparks
That lit up a voice
A murmur

One that didn't speak in normal rthyme
But In metaphors
One that shouted
Like bombs
One that created
Chaos like no other

You fueled a rustic mind
And gave it something to
Think about
Something to hate

You heated a passionate
Heart of anger
Towards your kind

Towards the hypocrites
And the murders
To the rapists
And the homophobes
To the guilty
But not convicted

You burned a body
That could never melt
Only create bigger flames

You mom found my voice
By drowning me in the oil
Of abuse
And giving me a voice of fire

This poem is about: 
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