I can't stand this anymore;
This constant battle of hurt.
I'm taken for granted
And hated for my words.
People think that I'm soft,
But I risked my life
To fight for freedom of others
Black, brown and white.
I was sought out for dead
By the brotherhood's scouts,
Yet proudly I stood
On my feet with no doubt.
But now I am nothing
A has been, a won't be.
My once famous passion
Now drowns in hate's sea.
What would you think
If you knew my truth?
My history of passion
Love, hate and abuse.