Martrice Candler
Martrice Candler, a nineteen year old young woman attending City College of San Francisco has numerous creative gifts and interests.
In the Digital Resistance Program, she creates a medley of poetry, creative writing, and a “little bit of art.” Living in the lower Haight Street district
with her grandmother, two younger sisters, a new baby and five other extended family members, she definitely considers herself to be low-income.
“Poor folks need to be given a voice,” she begins, “because they're the underdog; nobody ever listens to them and they're misrepresented through the media.”
Who doesn't see beauty in pain?
She wears a parted smile
Drunk with the promise of today
Sober with the pain of tomorrow
Who doesn't see beauty in pain?
I want to lift every voice when I scream
Does the dry earth smile when God weeps?
Are kids excited when Daddy steals their toys for a fix?
Do you think the man selling drugs to pregnant women
Doesn't strut when he wears new outfits?
Some of these people are Prisoners of circumstance
Stuck in a world small as the palm of your hand
You still don't see beauty in pain?
It's hard to maintain when the pressure of the next meal
Is putting weight on your brain
I want to lift every voice when I scream
Hunger gives a baritone moan
It's eight o'clock in the morning
She had an argument 4 breakfast
Off 2 work she goes
Do you understand this girl is working poor?
Who doesn't see beauty in pain?
Where do I find happiness?
I looked for it in love. a pet. and a fist
I have a cat with fleas and always step in dog shit
I want to lift every voice when I scream
My Grandma seems to think it's just me
I guess she doesn't see her son' s problem with drinking
I want to lift every voice when I scream
Make a symphony with my growling stomach
I shook pain, turned it upside down. looking for strength and beauty
I looked into an empty pot of pain
I found scars, tears, and defeat
And finally lifted every voice when I screamed
by Martrice Candler
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