Voices scream for change
Bodies are motionless
Voices heard
Deeds unseen
Looking for handouts
My people beg
Prostitutes, pimps, and drug dealers
Confidence lies within their pants
Skills, they have yet to tap into
Begging for crumbs
Lower than dogs
We lack self worth
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