My demise was written before I came to life.
Staring down death I reach for the light.
Through it all I survive.
If I could make it you will thrive.
So stand up for what you believe in and not just what you see.
Speak up in your community because the world needs to hear what you see.
Stand for what you are because the potential is there.
So be proud of what you do because sometimes life is not fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem