Speak your truth

We all have a voice But not all of us know how to use it Some of us hide in he shadows Waiting, hoping and praying that somebody comes out and speak their story which is similar to yours Bit that won't make the pain go away because it won't. because you have similar story lines doesn't mean it was all alike Can hear that? That's the sound of your heart beating fast Having Panic Attacks because of the past Hoping that your new nigga don't treat you like your last But he turned Vision starting to come fairly lazy because your head is pounding which caused you to become dizzy you're scared not knowing the lord is punishing you for sinning or if the devil is finally winning. Sleep deprived from staying up all night A part of you hopes the truth come to the light While the other part of you hopes that the truth stays hiding in the night You want to truly mention the facts Worrying about if they'll bash you because you're black worrying about if they will or want cut you slack worrying about what they'll do if you slip and lack what happens if you step on that crack will you really break your mothers back? So I just hold it in pretending that that something was really nothing Pretending that things will go back to how that they were That feeling of pain will go away and I'll never have to experience it another day But it doesn't not because I rarely mention it but because I can go back and change it it'll all be there forever But what I can do is not let that event hold a tole on my life in the present or my future? Is chose to talk about it in my art. So there that is how I choose to advocate things that I care about or about my self. I put it in a poem or a song.