The mind of teenager deep in thought.
The slight of hand, stealing food that cant be bought.
The fist of an abuser, sriking a cheek.
The bullet of a gun, whose target roams the streets.
Whats faster than a racecar?
An almost childlike Q.
Is it not in innonce, that we recognize the truth?
The tears of a child, family split apart.
The heartrate of a lover, after broken heart.
The voice of a minority, fighting for a new start.
I ask you, whats faster than a racecar?