Behind the Paint

It's a choice,
It's a voice,
In the crowd.
It's courageous and proud.
Who will take a stand?
Who will demand
What's right,
What's not in sight?
Who will relieve
those who grieve
for the life they've made
for the price they've paid?
It's right to know
the beauty people show.
All of us have a light
Some bright
Some faint
Beauty behind the paint.
Paint that is a cover
to the unheard lover,
to the young mother,
to the jealous brother,
to the broken heart,
to the man torn apart,
to those who fall,
to those all.
No one looks behind the paint,
to see the bright and faint.
We only see the face,
The scattered space,
The shame,
The tattered name,
Who will ever stop
To look Behind the Paint.

Standing With The Me I Am

Standing with the me I am
In a no man's land
I hold bullets in my palm
Trying  to stay calm.
Against a force of pain
My name is held with vain
By those who look down
On me with a frown.
They think they know me
Only by what they see.
Looks can deceive
What they perceive.
Underestimation of the me I am...
I am not the weakened lamb.
Strength caresses my mind,
But to strength those are blind.
Strength not by a bullet or more
Strength within my core.
Standing with the me I am
I stay calm with no fret
and nothing to regret.
I am the woman I've become
Because my past, present, and whats to come....
Standing with the me I am
In my OWN land.
Love me if you will
Hate me if you that's how you feel.
Think what you might
But I'll stay strong in my fight!
Some love me...Some don't
Some will...Some won't...
But I never stand with only me
Because my loving people set me free
I'm not in a no man's land
Where I stand only with the me I am
I stand also with those who love me
Not judging by what they see!

Unjustified Death

Accusations reach to him.
Time's counting slim.
He didn't do those things
But the injection stings.
Poisons seep into his skin.
The room begins to spin.
 A life he never took
An unopened book
Who looked to see
The side which he
Had no chance to tell.
He has no church bell
Ringing for his good bye
Because another mans lie.
No person believed
The truth they received.
Truth of his innocence
Covered by suspense.
A wasted life of imprisonment
Of the life he was meant
To spend on the outside
Brought by those who lied.
Grim Reaper comes to claim
A life looked at with shame
A man who was innocent
The wasted days he spent.
An unjustified death of he
Laid to rest with his story
A past he did not deserve.
Accusation absurd
Took this innocent man
When the guilty coward ran.