My book opened up a world I didn't know lived within me
I was forty years old when I truly connected with the writer
and the poet within me at age eight, I was robbed of the
right to love, like respect me for me I came to know
bullying, racism, unacceptance, disconnect
And definitely what allowed one to be accepted or not
be accepted I hid a lot behind my smile and Laughter
but when the rain would fall My God it fell nothing of
of my life mattered my voice meant nothing so now
I shall speak and be heard.
I made my family my life had God not thrown me out
a lifeline the writer in me would've never survived
and I would have never loved me