This year

The most distasteful year

With each passing day

It felt as if nothing would rise

I had marred skin 

from my own knife

I distrusted my family

They didn't know what was right

And then I met my God

Who showed me the way

He healed my skin

And told me to stay

And I realized

This world needed me

And if I grew up to see a better day

The light would shine brighter

And the scars wouldn't feel so dark

The people would be kinder 

And I could actually make a mark

For I never saw 

Lincoln

Or the Women's Movements

But I see in this day today

That the sun shines brighter

Then what the world may portray.