I have the easiest debt any man has ever had

I do not pay off my debt with labor or sex or both – though still I am humiliated

My debt is a soft debt

So I lift my pen – that is my right

My debt is an easy debt because I was dealing with a thief and not a kidnapper

My humiliation was a byproduct of being robbed

A means to an end rather than an end itself

So I lift my pen – my cooler head prevails

But let us not forget our brothers

Whose debt is paid in blood

Walking miles to fill buckets with dirty water

While their neighbors fill swimming pools

They lift their fists – they have no rights

What can be said to your brother?

He is but your reflection in a filthy mirror or a mud-filled puddle

Can one word be justly said to condemn him

If not 1,000 words have been said to bring his plight to light?

No.

So I lift my pen – it is my duty and my sacred honor

To my brothers with nothing

Table your rage and do not lash out blindly

For woe to the man who silences with a bloody gurgle

The voice that in time would set him free

Instead take my pen

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