This is my journey
The path I have chosen
It burdens me to continually rise above
Never looking down at anyone
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I look to see how things have been
I see the elders raising their grandchildren
This is not the way I want this to be
Honestly baby, just you and just me
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High above Everest’s peak
A spirit hovers as a nation sleeps
Gazing downward he cautiously ponders
Afraid to face reality
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Contemplating, which way should I flow?
When hell breaks out, just where will I go?
The spirit is weary, the stakes are high
The body awaits the mind’s reply
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Why must you park so far away
Knowing clearly where I stand
You’ve traveled extensively just to see me
Now you’re scared to hold my hand
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I dream of nights when silence reigns
Where peace anoints what once was pain
And wonder how we now proceed
In light of all that anger feeds
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I rather walk away with my dignity
Then endure internal humiliation
Resisting earthly and worldly temptations
Or titles that society delegates
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Careful how you greet me
Speak softly while I smile
No need to try to read me
Or berate me like a child
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Up early in the morning
Planning for my day
Grateful for the blessings
To rise another day
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The baby’s crying
Wet, cold, hungry and tired
Mama’s out
Gotta feed the baby
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