Angels Poem by Annalee Somerville

I often just sit back,
Watching you disperse your love,
To anyone around you,
Anyone struggling to stay above.
Those that fight addiction,
Sex work and Women enslaved,
You reach them through your words,
In a world where they must obey.
Sometimes you reach them,
Through a tiny voice,
That speaks of liberation,
Where women have a choice.
Of course not all are positive,
Their views bent and shattered
Maybe they were always shown,
That what was done doesn't matter.
You take the time to show,
There is always someone who cares,
They may be hard to find,
But there are Angels everywhere.