Justice
(Justice is the quality of being just; righteousness, equitableness, or moral rightness: to uphold the justice of a cause.)
Justice brought me into this world
The mere fact I wasn't aborted
The fact she didn't drink or smoke
The mere fact she gave up snorting
Dads a prime example
Of a man who's not supportive
So I'm a confused baby, battered and bruised
With a body that's been thwarted
But yet my fathers in the kitchen, drinking
Stella, drunken hands, just?
Enough to abuse, mother and seduce
To sex, sodomy, and lust
So here I am, hearing screams, gulps and gags
My sister comes in late, she was out there being bad
She had blood all over her coat again
Dark eyes, I saw along with her pale blood red hands
But that's what happens when you've seen what she's seen
So much abuse and many passed away
And you pray, hope and think
For forever and a day
She gave up on church
And she gave up on the mosque
Religion could no longer guide her
She felt inadequate for God
So she now is where father used to be
So much for like father like son
I don't want to be in the streets
And I never wanna be like mum
So hear I am a few decades after
The brutal days where I was conceived
Making up for lost time
From the childhood I had bereaved
I am not my father, mother or sister
I can only possibly be me
Live my life from what I've learnt
In righteousness and J-U-S-T-I-C-E
By Jesse Johnson
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