Who am I?
I carry heat
In the form of pens and sheets
of paper, pulling capers, spitting hot lead
I write until ignorance is dead
I fire words into the darkness showing proof
My people hear the words and are still duped
believing the lie, they'd rather hear deceit
Stopping my mouth before I can preach
"Tell us something smooth,
your truth only brings pain"
"Why kick against the pricks,
dispelling the lie is in vain"
My hands callous as I grip hold
of my pen in fright
My pen bleeds as I take aim
at the darkness of the night
My name is Abolitionist
For we are many.