And to the man I should be,
I have put up a good fight,
To preserve the person called me.
You see, I have always known wrong from right,
And the difference between enslaved and free,
But sometimes I’ve fallen, like a storm-torn kite,
Tripped-up, bloodied, and left with my mistakes to bleed.
But always in the end, I’ve seen a bright light,
Pure and clean, forgiving to the traitor I be,
Pulling me up with arms of mercy and might,
Whispering these stoic words to me:
“Remember, to get up is the key.”
-James Gadea, Untamed Voices
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