Voices of the Gang

We are the voices
no one wanted to hear,
the shadows
that dance on forgotten streets.

We carry fires
in our chests
burning memories,
silent screams,
and scars
no eye can see.

We speak in broken lines,
in whispers louder
than thunder
because pain
wears many masks,
but truth
wears only ours.

We are the lost,
the betrayed,
the silent fighters
the mirror’s crack,
the street’s cold lesson,
the war within.

Our words are weapons
folded in pain,
worn as armor,
etched deep
in every breath.

We do not ask for mercy
we do not seek forgiveness
we only demand
to be heard.

To those who listen
we give our souls,
our brokenness,
our hope
woven tight
in the poetry
of survival.

We are the gang
and this is our anthem.
A roar
from the ashes,
a fire
that will never die.