How can you feel safe in a world where people molest children?
Where violence is rampant and men rape the same kids as women?
And how can you blame me for wanting a killer dog and a gun?
Especially since of the wounded of which I am speaking, I am one?
How can you expect me to sleep at night when I�ve been kidnapped with a knife,
held to my throat by crack dealers who didn�t give a damn for my life?
When I�ve been taken to the ghetto and looked into a crack whore�s eyes,
which reflected all my hopelessness and allowed us both to sympathize?
How can I forget the look she gave me that said, �Yes, you and I both whore.�?
How can my heart be at rest when I know that like her there are so many more?
What can I do to help save those souls and the ones who are bound to come yet?
And after reading this poem what will you do? How can you possibly forget?