Life seems so harsh and so unfair,
Hurting so much and full of pain.
Thrown down, forced to my knees.
I do it slow so that I can grow, and show you that I know.
I try to maintain my talent so that I can remain the dove of poetry.
I guess me being strong was wrong, behold I thought I was bold.
Mother said, “My child falling does not mean it is the end”,
Falling means you’re tried.