To envenom the environment, crisscrossed with hopes meager;
lands plagued by dark reigns, ruthless leaders posing as Caesar.
The separation by segregation, colors treated like the diseased.
Scars disfiguring the mass, turning skin into the trunks of trees.
Screaming, "Please!", put together forever, united, long to last.
Hopes setting sail, going nowhere because of the lowered mast.
Tears spilling down the faces of those who were treated wrong.
All of them suffering despite their prayers for them to be strong.
A divine manifestation in the forms of those who fight for rights.
Have what they wanted, because no shadows exist without light.

CALI, you dare call this a poem and I will fucking rip out your eyes and feed them to motherfucking pigs. You do not tell people how to vote. Flow and structure don't matter in a poem, according to your rules. So I could make it so my shit was all over the place, but if I had all this emo shit, it'd still be a hot poem because you fucking say so?