They say I am crazy and I am wild,
Maybe it has something to do
With my environment
And what has happened to me
Since I was a child.
Hidden behind their shield,
I call them out.
They want my voice to be heard
As I stray from the herd,
As I scream and I shout.
They make out that this is all new,
That this is something
They never knew.
However, the paper trail
Shows what they have done and do.
This is not out of the blue.
I will not give up;
I will see this through.
Look at me—but also look at them,
For I have nothing to hide.
As I fight against the tide,
Now we must look at them,
As their need for accountability
For all this evil I have endured
Must be answered.
This must be stopped.
We will throw the book
At these evil, torturous crooks.
UBSS / Canonical reading edition