One single stroke of a pen,

Could end a fatal war,

Warm the heart of someone you love,

Sign a law to help those in need,

Even I have learned throughout heartache and pain,

I could have done it all with a single ounce of fame,

And who will hear me down where those who fight grow old and weary,

Screaming aloud but only in hopes that they differentiate my voice from a single drop of ink,

Darker than the skin of my people in who I speak for,

Drying with sudden ease on my paper in which I read through every teardrop,

Painful was the idea in which those who speak up have to ponder their existence, 

And if they came from a background which has never disclosed pain from heartache or tyranny,

Disgusted that through all of my words I make great haste in an attempt for you to resonate with my sorrows,

Written with one single stroke of a pen,