Stripped's blog: "Sinful Prayers"

"My pale white hands,
Griped the uniform,
Putting it on was like a brand,
All my life I was forced to conform,
In what I thought was freedom land,
My mind, My heart and emotions so torn,
All I wanted was my feet in the sand,
To feel as though I had been reborn,
They look upon me, eyes seeming red,
Expecting me to kneel and mourn,
This man who had created their plan,
I knew I could not be in this anymore,
I walked away, I was banned,
I was proud to be away from this racist whore."