Debra

The rage coursing through your veins puts powerful words in your mouth. You go to take a breathe and nothing comes out. A look of confusion flickers across you face. Perhaps another try is in need but yet no one hears your screams. The injustice of it all. To have no voice, being lost in a sea of people. What is one meager voice agianst the power of thousands. This has got to change. The unspoken must be heard and the wicked punished for thier crimes.