[sickandsour]

they are everywhere, you could walk past one and never know.
do you see them, see how they cry when no one's looking.
do you know them, know how they hate the world but can not escape.
do you hear them, hear how they scream when no one's listening.
do you feel them, feel how their hands reach for you.

are you one, are you crying for someone to lift you up off the ground.
are you screaming for someone lost, and on one will hear you out.
are you there but not, are you hurting for something not your fault, are you one of them.

are you the bullied,
are you the broken,
are you the dieing,
are you the starved,
are you the poor.

no more,
you are ours,
you are free to live your life the way you want.

-Regards, Lady J.
-for all those who are unfairly treated, you are your own master-