Hear Me Out... Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

I know the words of a man without wealth are silent, when he speaks his words fades into space and no one understand him...
But hear me out...
I know the speech of a foolish wealthy man is treated as logic more than the wisdom of a poor sage...but hear me out...

I am here and trapped with a youth with strength stronger than that of a thousand men, I am here trapped with a youth with minds with IQ's not recorded amongst humanity...I am here trapped with youth with beauty likened to that of the Devine, I am here trapped with youth with solutions to the complexities of our society...

Can somebody, anybody hear me out...can those in positions of power and influence hear me out, can those with wealth for 10 generations hear me out...can those in ivory towers hear me out...

I am here trapped in the townships of hell...I am here trapped in the slams of the living dying...I am here in the ghettos of mass destruction...I am here in the scrap yards of potential assassinations...I am here in the dark villages filled with the solutions you seek for the problems you created...I am here and I witness daily social death of the greatest generations of mankind...if only you heard me, if your you payed attention if only you responded...I hope my voice will reach you someday when the narrative has changed. I hope someday is soon before it is late for all of us and I mean for all of us...

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