Sleep is the solace
we wrap ourselves in
so why then awaken
with such a sore grin
We look in the mirror
seldom like what we see
so stripped of the image
of what we could once be
Why be so forlorn though
try look a bit deeper
and see just what I see
the beautiful sleeper
If put down too much
at your time of growing
try then do what I do
and take comfort knowing
When born you are sweet
by the grandfathers you're loved
pay no more attention
to when you were shoved
Forced into those corners
that kept you at bay
so you would not fight back
at the end of each day
Stand tall now my dear
for all those to see
that you are a warrior
being all you can be...
-©Simone McLeod March 11, 2014
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