The Cry From a Ghetto's Heart | Page 46

The Unspoken Word

The Unspoken Word is.....

The passion to write...

To bring a mental light, despite my degree...

A passion to see things clearly...

A passion that wants the world to hear me...

Don't fear me...

Just listen...

Allow me to raise your suspicions...

Reflect words that trigger intuitions...

The Unspoken Word is the piece that's missing...

It's the hot pot that's in the kitchen that keeps boiling over...

It's the makeover...

It's the verbal takeover...

It's merely the chance to speak...

The Unspoken Word is...

Simply the class to teach...

It's the last chance to eat...

This is the last supper...

The feast...

It's wanting peace each week...

It's the world being inherited by the meek...

It's still standing after you've been beat...

It's the universal key...

It's the power to see...

Its words with rhythm and rhyme...

It's crossing the line...

It's the power to shine...

It's bringing sight to the blind...

It's the changing or the exchanging of the minds...

It's arriving right on time...

It's what remains unheard...

The Power, The Vision...

It's The Unspoken Word...

It's being left out and never being alone...

It's the marrow in the bone...

It's battling sticks and stones...

It's reaching through phones...

It's finally coming home...

It's facing the world on your own...

It's stepping up on your throne...

It's all the you've known...

It's knowledge to loan...