Why I always speak my mind
People dying left and right
For speaking their minds
Tortured or beaten
Young and Old
For just speaking their minds
Kids murdered in the streets
Crying out for peace
While being beat
By an Officer
Begging for life
For speaking their minds
At age fifteen
Males picked up
And sent to fight a war
That wasn't their own.
Hunted, silenced, starved
Tortured, murdered, gone
For standing with the Church
and speaking their minds
Choices to be made:
Escape or into hiding
Escape to America
For freedom and their lives
And to speak their minds
This was their reality
My parents left as children
To survive and thrive
Giving their future children
A new reality
One filled with hope and opportunity
This is what inspires me
To work hard and
Take advantage of my opportunities
And to always speak my mind
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