When I was no older
than nine, I was told that
sentences always start with capital letters.
It’s a feeble lesson,
that’s on the microscale of difficulty, 
but I happened to struggle with it for quite some time as a kid.
So, maybe you can understand my befuddlement when 
I look unto the political horizons of D.C. and I see that
somehow, there is a Capital
at the forefront of our nation and 
our designated abbreviation has three capitals,
(U.S.A.)
and yet, there’s been a peculiar…
lack 
of sentences for those who necessitate themselves in the nestles of cell blocks
                            building blocks.
Things start out small, and they build themselves up
        up to no good:
My GOD, I just knew he was up to no good, I mean, he’s a repeat offender;
what did you expect? 
          expectations are oftentimes thrust upon little girls
and I just don’t quite understand
why little girls should be worrying about not straying too far from their papas  
and too close to that man who lives 
at the other end of the street near the rose bushes, 
when they could instead by worrying about which 
Barbie doll should be dating Ken.

I find it ironic that the government wants me to 
sing it praise,
but the minute I do as much as open up my mouth, I
                                                                                     am silenced, so I consider it my
civic duty to scream against the stitches that bind my mouth shut
                                                                                                         and reprimand these restraints 
which bind me to this crumbling nation and all things considered,
                                                                I speak up,
because they don’t want me to stand up 
     for myself.