As a quick side note before I share my poem, I found it best to black out the words on the computer using an image editor (since it scanned as a jpeg) rather than print the page out and black out words with a permanent marker or pen. My headache can attest to the mistake of using marker.
By Candace Shultz
When I am angry, I will say nothing.
They do not ask my point of view.
These men are not so clever.
I see much.
But they rise continuously.
My songs fall silent
For my kind are dead.