Why does no one see
the tears that gather in my eyes
Where am I supposed to be
when I unleash my cries
The Lightning Queen has her stream
The teenage girl has a bed
The broken boy has his dreams
The black boy has his head
But what of me
What do I have
I only speak
And go silent as ash.
I scream, I cry,
I weep, I sob,
I rise, I fly
Join with the mob
No one sees what can't be seen
Nor do they hear what can't be heard
They look, can't see a broken teen
Hear, but can't hear the silent screams
Maybe I'll enlighten them
Or maybe just stay silent
Whatever I choose
It still won't make a dent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem