They shoved their monies down our
throats and called it generosity
Halfway down the road we lost our
humanity
Losing our identity as a people was
just a matter of time
Like flashlights remembered only in
points in time,
We are remembered as the scourge of
society
Yet little is done to purge the
scourge
Daily as our numbers grow
We silently scream for help
To be remembered
To be saved
Each of us with our common and unique
story
Most of the time we don’t really
exist
How we’ve survived all this while is
no mystery
We are not supposed to care,
That is how we survive
But why should you care?
No one fought for who we were
Why should anyone fight for who we
are?
Who we can be
Who we long to be
