Tears Poem by Amanda Basaiawmoit

It is not that I was made different;
Its not that I am born strong;
Its not that i do not feel pain;
Its not that I do not cry.
For every milestone, I tread
There lies a piece of hope,
And a drop of tear.
A human in every form;
Every moment deep within,
There rages an eternal battle.
These are tears that flow:
But alas! are my warriors.
Those that cry,
They that bleed,
That they are brothers,
Those whom I call my own;
That they were martyrs,
Those that sacrificed for peace.
They whom I buried in my courtyard,
with a rose on their stone
with tears for their blood
As I achieved another milestone.