I have no tolerance
for intolerance
no patience for impatience
I speak my mind
when that door is opened
and intruders attempt to step in
Never mind, the shaved head or tattooed neck,
This is my world! my home!
as much as it is for the next
who are you to push me around
or knock me down
because I have a mind of my own
I’ve spent my entire life
trying to find my voice and I refuse
to be silenced now
The pen in my hand
has taken more lives
than the gun you try to hide behind
when you shoot people in the back
What a cowardly act
If I die today, or even tomorrow
all because I’ve hurt your poor little feelings
You’ll be the one in prison dealing
and trying to hang yourself from the ceiling
I on the other hand will go on living
through my words,
the ones on this page,
the same words that you tried to quiet
and stop from flowing
so remember that little boy,
before you decide to pull out that gun that you think is just a toy to change both of our lives forever.