Don'T Let Others Take Advantage Of Me Poem by Singleton M. Tate

Hear,
Oh Great America,
to whom God shed His
grace upon and crowned

See Me,
As I walk through the dark streets,
cold and in fear of every second,
no one cares

I was born here,
years ago
I left my father's house,
he was a louse, he battered me

I have met my sister, not of blood,
of circumstance, we stand
hoping,
she won't ever get raped again

Tired of running, all over the land,
as the lies of we love you,
are empty,
as our souls weep rivers

'Alas,
all who can still feel emotion,
Come bring devotion,
help our fleeting
and fleeing generation
Our future, our young

Please,
open your ears and give,
what you can, to bring,
one girl
or boy home,
never more to roam
As we pray,
God, Please Protect Our Children

You,
Who Can Still See,
'Don't Let Others
Take Advantage of Me'