Another day I open my eyes and I thank God for allowing me to rise,
Even if my energy is low, at least today God did not tell me no.
So I get out of bed and wipe my eyes, wash my face, and throw on my disguise
Because this cold, old world still cannot understand pain, love, or war.
And what the strugglers are really fighting for.
Lack of comprehension is killing my nation
Because instead of quality education, they silence us, for “our protection”
Throwing us money, instead of including us in the real discussions on how we can all have more.
Struggle and tragedy had stripped my voice once before
Only to dress my pin with the confidence to speak what’s within,
But the devil is trying to snatch that, but I pray every day so that God can snatch it back
Snatch me back from being lost in…
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