Proactive art and language surrounds me,
Drowns me,
In its' wake,
I'm helpless against this tide of hate,
A jeering sing-song voice clouts,
Oppression is spun into heavenly doubts,
Will my soul reach the clouds?
Or, will I just become cowed...?
Anger boils deep within me,
Alas I am pressured to be,
A mere shadow,
For I "must" follow,
In the footsteps of my Maker,
God forbidden I become bitter,
And, thus another enabler,
Standing on the sidelines like a beggar,
Unable to lift my voice for my fellow sinners,
I will not let censors,
Disguise or incapacitate, provocateur.