Hurt

I hurt. Why can't they see
What they have done to you and to me?
I have the evidence right here on my face,
Why can't they see that they hurt every race?
I am talking about the abusers that hurt you and me
And give us the pain that you now see.
People have told me to forget it and get on with life
But, I can't, I have to live my life.
It's time to tell. What are the people going to say?
Are they going to run and hide or listen and stay?
Please, listen to me, I don't have much to say,
Just listen and wait, and may be you can help me on my way.

January 1996