Under my shirt is my skin,
under my skin is my heart;
a heart held in place by a stern
and under that is the streets of the South.
where lives were taken and no one knew or cared
and under that is fudge brownies fresh out of grandma’s oven
were passion lies deep under the surface.
Under that is the tree swing and braiding hair on the porch heart.
under that is pain from never believing in who others believe you can be.
and under that is the Joy in knowing you have support.
Under that is Rage.
RAGE in knowing that you can’t change the past but you can mold your present and “their” future.
and under that is PEACE.
Knowing that in the end everything will be worth wile.
and under that is LOVE
where it lies hand in hand with justice
knowing that one day I will make a difference.
And above All!! ALL IS ME!
*This is an insight to me what matters to the things i have done and will do ! there will be good in the end and everything is worth going through but never go through it alone! live to gather we have to depend on others who have the same story or want to make a change! if you need inspiration then comment and ill be sure to reply.