Dont think about it. Write about. I sit on this google chrome writing about it, typing about it. Hate so real even my mic about. Look a dead in his eyes so he see my life about it. What about the black poets that have a voice yet are not heard. My voice is so loud its like a lions roar. I try not to project it but I have no choice, I speak for the women, men, and children with no voice. I speak for my people who are to afraid to voice, there own opinion on todays society, seeing they people shoot drugs in they arm so I can not fail, I have no doubt in me. Too young to die, to old to cry, yet they visual a voice in me. Stand for nothing or fall for anything, my mental so cold I thought I was in a skating rink. Metal no metal so you can hear me. I speak for those with NO voice and I say it proudly.