“If you can make it through the night, there’s a brighter day.” – Tupac Shakur
I see your tears crawling silently on the stairs of fear, alone
no one is near but your cries are heard young child. Emotion
black & blue from the punches of their laughs/the commotion
inside your mind baring scars from the lacerations
of loneliness you feel — searching but finding no way to deal
with the internal pain that throws you up against
the wall of difference and trips you onto the curb
of your own self-expression.
I feel your heart calling out for someone to grab your fall;
someone just to see that you are someone other
than the names they call you and you are someone other
than the shouts of abuse that has you afraid to step out into a harsh
world and someone who sees that you are someone
other than the echoes of humiliation that threaten to tear
down the walls of your mental stability;
you just need someone to show you that
within you there is an ability to escape and fight back
with the force of just being you. Young child let your individuality shine
because every inch of your soul is someone proud and fine.
Walk strong because no matter how hard the world kicks you
your bones will not bruise. You will not limp
because your mind will not fracture through their attempts
to try dislocating your sense of self. There is always a better day
waiting to show you that you will be okay
and I know now your nights are long
as it is your fear that tomorrow will be cruel
but just remember you are filled with worth and a voice
born to be heard. Believe in you
because life is not a bully.
© 2012
Tarringo T. Vaughan
