A revolutionist, a martyr, a teacher.
A wise one, a preacher...Or just a great speaker?
For i fight demons for freedom.
But, thereís no knife, blade or sword in my hand.
Only a pen which i use to write brave words
to fight off anybody
that challenges my intellect or pride.
Trapped in a boys body,
not yet known as a threat to society.
But when i grow stronger,
THEY will lie to me.
'Everything is fine Mr. Robinson-Foster
Knowing that THEY really hate me.
Because of my ability to teach young blacks
about problems with our history.
Or to teach young minds
how to think beyond their years.
These are the fears...
But of whom?
We only find out when itís to late
and the warrior has gone.
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