Born unconscious of what the word 'freedom' really means and represent, born unconscious of the harsh reality and limitations was meant, raised through oppression makes the possible impossible, and as long as your alive it keeps the pain unstoppable, it's a war on me and its a war on you, it's a war on our families and a war on our youth, to be a certain skin tone is like dead wrong, if not in prison we don't live long, no way to survive without destroying our own, we all want a house but need a home, to win this war and make our dreams come true, it starts with me and shouldn't end with you. Fight!
Malcolm Simms
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-war-on-us/
