There is a reason <br />dirt flows through <br />my veins. <br /> <br />Head pounds <br />heart bleeds. <br /> <br />There is a reason <br />men walk <br />on shameful canes. <br /> <br />Murder <br />just tall weeds. <br /> <br />There is a reason <br />written in the <br />ripping of the day, <br />The continuation <br />of our way. <br />Deeds. <br /> <br />There is a reason <br />we walk on cement streets, <br />not stroll grassy lanes. <br /> <br />There is a reason <br />we should fight to change. <br /> <br />© Jillian Scott 2008<br /><br />Jillian Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-reason/
