I Am A Phenomenon

I am a phenomenon,
fire flows freely every time I part my lips,
it's translated through my very fingertips,
they blasted holes in the night to try and get it to bleed sunshine
But what they got was me,
And now the sky is darker then they even thought it could be,
I am Heaven and Hell's bastard child born from the womb of demons on the wings of angels,
A well kept secret, locked away
but ever since the day they set me free the 2 worlds have been on bending knee,
cause heaven refuses me
Hell's afraid I'll be the new owner
so I'm forced to flood the world with my furry that rains from the corners of my eyes till every poem I write turns into the tears that fall from the skies
so baby get it straight,
my name's not Shay...
It's S-H-A-N-I-T-R-I-A
So brace yourself,
cause it will be a cold day in Hell before you ever get a chance to receive another blessing like the one I'm about to exhale onto you,
but all I can do is breathe truth,
it's up to you to inhale the words I speak on the subjects taboo,
and I know that might scare you,
but trust and believe the world would be a better place if they would just shut up and listen to
we…me,
cause our voices have been silence for far to long,
let the words that I speak fill
your soul,
your heart,
so it can learn to beat to a different theme song,
GET UP
DO YOUR PART,
let my voice be a siren,
let it cause a chain reaction,
I want every one screaming in unison,
NO
you won't sentence me…we ,
my son
my daughter,
my brother
my sister,
my mother
my father,
not another soldier to the Iraqi death penalty,
If your jail cells are too full
might I suggest you look into setting some of those encaged angels free,
cause trust me
not everyone locked in Guantanamo is guilty,
they say the truth hurts
but not as much as the lies society has spread,
spit from the government's tongues unfurled,
I beg you,
throw up all the lie that you have been fed,
wake up from the nightmare that is our world,
let the government know,
that we are sick and tired of their pimping,
we will no longer be their hoe.
We will no longer strike down the innocent and watch them bleed oil,
Watch them water soil with the red water that flows from their veins
Watch their bones turn into dust
I refuse to pledge my allegiance to any flag that Bush owns,
My loyalty does not lie with this society that's screams about injustice but is in itself unjust
In this land were the garbage man gets paid more than the teachers
And the next pedophile could be you oh so loving preacher
They want our voices silenced, poets get no recognition
We, me, us word tacticians get nothing in return for spilling our blood on paper
Bleeding our lives from our souls on stages
we're just said to be going through rebellion phases
But despite judgmental stares I, me, we remain a phenomenon
Cause fire flows freely every time we part our lips,
It's translated through our very fingertips
they blasted holes in the night to try and get it to bleed sunshine
But what they got was we,
And now the sky is darker then they even thought it could be.