{For My Tribe}





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.

The Queen of the Tribe (R.I.P.) // Gracie aka Grace

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