Speak they say, speak what’s real.
Speak on the souls, and the heavy weights.
Speak my mind, speak my pain.
Watch me speak to the little soldiers standing out in the rain.
Or what about the people that fought for me when I couldn’t see.
Yea, you I’m speaking to the soul that was so true.
I seen all shapes but, the one color that I seen was blue.
Was it for the safety being lifted on the heavy metal?
Or could it be the judge wrongfully sentencing someone?
See this is how I speak my truth, or when I said I was sorry but, God has the last vibe..
Music to the ears, beat on the feet, you can’t knock me down I’m going to Eat, Eat, Eat.
See Loyalty lies in me deep and Love is in my heart but I am a Queen baby and I am not gone STOP!!
About the Creator
Tecoria Savage
Poetry is for the soul, speak the words of wisdom and love. My words are loving for Justice for the world and my community. To settle arguments for families that are in need. Respecting the ones that can’t and settling for the truth.
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