My Civil War.
My words are ammunition
Arming my conviction
I fight for liberation
From my captor’s persecution
Aim the gun, pull the trigger
Somewhat blind, no matter, I figure
Tears will fall
Blood will spill
My civil war
My free will
This pen is my freedom
My shelter
My weapon
Guarding thoughts and emotion
From near self-destruction
These thoughts strip me naked
I bear all to the reader
Cowering in embarrasment
Scrambling to recover
But the reader is me
My captors are my fears
Load my pen with rhyme
and continue the war
—another sample from ‘06. shout out to my girlz linds and j-boo
