Sway with me...

I’m in a matter of unrest
fighting an ocean, with wave upon wave of unjustness
treading water in silent protest
I need freedom from my found commotion
I cant be the only one, I may not take your hand for shame
but reach out for it, as I need you..



So you recon you can pigeon hole me? Placed on that marked space,
upon a shelf, labelled, secluded..
what thoughts of me have led you to believe it be true
you cant fence me in or hold me down
and your attempts to are laughable right now
I am me and you are you, and that’s all we need to know to be true.


The earth was once still and silent, she misses it…