I do not speak out of anger
I speak out of danger
Harm is always in the way of
Those who oppose oppression
Poking a lot of holes so that those
Who are closed in can breathe
Attempting to make a sharp point
Puncturing the vintage fabric
That has been woven and sewn
To fasten us in as if we were owned
By the evil thoughts of men
who intend on doing us in
"Don't shoot" I am just holding...a pen