The Stamp (ADHD)

Run child. 

From them Ritalin pushers; 

them Adderall peddlers; 

them Concerta dealers. 

Waiting, 

Lurking,  

Hoping, 

To bottle up your spirit. 

To put a cork in your passion. 

To place a lid on your bizarre. 

Run farrrr child. 

Beyond their boxes. 

Beyond their brands, 

that make “The Man” rich. 

And puts his children 

through college, while ours 

become (add)icts. 

But this country 

was built off genocide. 

The Land of the Free, 

The Land that made a killin’ 

off selling lies. 

So why stop now, 

when history was written 

by those who have lynched prophets 

and shot down revolutionaries? 

© Sulē Cerdan 2015