by Shunmeco Cooley

Created on: August 22, 2010

Whose strong trumpet like voice will speak

words of strength for the children?

Who will speak for the persecuted boys and girls?

You saw her yesterday

The little girl who lost her zeal was raped

By someone her Mama trusted with her life

She wears big baggy pants trying to look ugly

In her fragile mind it was her fault

She tries to hide every inch of her flesh

Now she sits in a dark isolated corner in a daze

She scrubs herself frantically in the shower

Never seeming to get clean enough

Who will speak for the voiceless?

Little Samantha was hit by a drunk driver

The driver poised her lips to put on Ruby red lipstick #10

She heard the loud thump, checked it out

Walking with a slow pace without a care in the world

The lady saw Samantha, hopped back in the car

Her tires shrieked loudly

As she sped off burnt tires absorbed the air

Now she has recurring nightmares about

The voiceless little girl

Who is brave enough to go before the audience

to advocate for the wronged with a lion's roar of

resilience?

Fear of public speaking is grimacing but we will

Stop the smirk with words

Giving the voiceless

A chance to speak

The message is much too important to develop

panic attacks and dripping palms of sweat today

Abusers perch behind lying fat smiles

Putting on airs/fronts

Drenched in disastrous choices, money problems,

Abused by life and parents, the neighborhood bully

They still fight wars from their past

Still they fight to be Daddy's #1 girl

They're the Displaced son

Who was Mama's boy

My, My, My..... His Mama was an angry woman

Whose momma hated men

Fighting against the string of bad lovers who idly

stood by while money declined

Daddy walked out on the family

The bitter pill of rejection

Didn't go down smoothly

And now I once again ask who will speak for the children?

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