Past, Poetry

It Takes

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.


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