There is a reason
dirt flows through
my veins.
Head pounds
heart bleeds.
There is a reason
men walk
on shameful canes.
Murder
just tall weeds.
There is a reason
written in the
ripping of the day,
The continuation
of our way.
Deeds.
There is a reason
we walk on cement streets,
not stroll grassy lanes.
There is a reason
we should fight to change.
© Jillian Scott 2008
Jillian Scott
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-reason/
