i know what... <br />poverty smells like, <br />oppression feels like, <br />having my freedom taken <br />tastes like... <br /> <br />if what i write offends you, <br />open your eyes... <br />and walk down the street. <br />the sound you hear <br />is the cry... <br /> <br />of your brothers and sisters in need!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cry-19/
