It takes strength to look someone in the eye and say “no”
It takes courage to fight a battle that is not your own
It takes confidence to stand up and speak
What would I do without the strength of the weak?
The courage of those cowered?
The fierce eyes of the afraid?
The legs of the fallen?
The voice of a last breath’s whispered cry?
It is the weak who make me strong
They give me the strength to fight the battles they’ve struggled to win
And so I fight hoping that one day system kids will no longer be in pain, fear, or looking at death for escape.