I used to write.

I used to write the truth
and they deleted it.
fancy words from my mouth
and we all depleted it.
found my voice,
but lost my choice
to a pocahontas
with the whitest skin
it’s a sin.
the way they treated me
they way they treated my friends.
but in the end.
you know, when the time is right–
everyone will know
I used to write.