Remain Strong
Simple equations roll down my mind like tape scrollers listing quadratic equations that
I am eager to unwind
I am a single cell simple and fresh waiting to grow and capture memories full of crust and dough
Born in the chaos of Miami Beach still couldn’t find a day to watch the clear blue sea
When I feel like I have an old lady back I stand tall, smile, and forget the fire and flesh
Words pile up like a grand tower waiting for me to climb
I recall the time the doctor misread my CT scan
A tumor! She said
Heavy rocks craved into my soul and
“Still I rise” as Maya Angelou did know that after all a tumor did not exist
Higher and higher I climb Wiping the pain away,
don't lose your will to fight,
Make a difference change the world that’s all I would say
In the end the grass should be green, pink flowers should flutter into the air, and a big white smile will dance my life away.
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