Poem: Broken Lives are Being Mended, Surely on the Rise
Photo Credit: Martin Marek


I was raised by a broken system and broken lives

that appear wealthy, that seems selfish,
varies at times, sees no color barriers,
no color lines: even when there were faded smiles,
inflated egos, some of the times:

i was raised by a broken system, broken lives


that seems to have, more than a billion,
more than a million lives:
still, I tried to blend in, 
with a diverse family,
that seems in favor of one’s presence,
eloquent, gifted, different, 
that seems amazingly kind:

i was raised by a broken system and broken lives


that break hearts, and disrupt once mind:
and music gives hope, recite stories of the struggle,
of one’s history and of the present times:
to right the wrongs, to help us push forward,
make known of one’s motive, as we rise:

i was raised by a broken system and broken lives, 


that discipline those who may seems different,
untrustworthy, who may seems unkind;
when one is out of character, one is out of line,
sometimes unrecognized:

i was raised by a broken system, broken lives,


that I hope to see freedom for all lives grow wiser,
respectful, win big, succeed, think positive,
i tell myself, like the blooming sunrise:
through the strength of a mighty God, I get up,
will myself, to live, and imagine myself,
like the great sun rise: speaking sweet jewel words
of love within this frame of my mine, that ‘I am bless,
i am joyful, ‘I am at peace, I am kind, I am grateful,
that I am one of the stars that glimmer in the sky,
that the sun still shine, that broken lives
are being mended, as I lay my head at nights.

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