I use my voice to make that choice
Then continue to fight for the voice of others.
With strength and pride
My doubt subsides
And I find myself rising above the water.
The times, though,
They get tough
And I find myself stressed as fuck
Swallowed in the sea of madness.
The people – my tribe – they stand beside
Laying in wait with a warm embrace.
For each moment when my heart panics
Sheds tears of pain, hurt, and suffering.
A sheath of blanketed arms,
Soothes my manic heart.
The voices of my loved ones nurture my soul;
My spirit swiftly gallops through;
Grateful, once again, Her tribe has broken the fall.