My Anger ~ Amanda

My anger 

It is not like any other 

Its untold fate, now can you discover 

With a burning lump I swallow the rage 

Yet it creeps up freed from its cage 


My anger

Oh how it grows in faith 

Fed the cries of the oppressed left in a state of wraith 

Unlike the many who starve to the point of insanity 

Its wrath breeds from the ignorance of humanity 


My anger 

Embedded right down to my roots 

Soiled from the age of my youth 

Long after the strange fruits hanged 

Where it sought no justice in a white mans land


So do not overlook the way it is defined, for it is your anger just as it is mine.