The Strength of My Soul
By: Jomar A. Mendoza
Inside my soul,
There lies the source of life.
That very thing is a combination
Of the souls of my ancestors.
My soul is built by those who struggled,
Those who were beaten
Those who gave their lives.
Our souls are now intertwined
Like the African and Latino blood that flows through my veins.
Their spirit gives me strength.
The strength to persevere,
The strength to overcome my fears.
Fears of being all that I can be,
Fears of flying in the sky.
Each sacrifice they made
Serves as another puzzle piece
Of what make me, me.
During the times of pain and despair,
Arms from within lift me up.
Up, up, up to the horizon
Where my soul is free.
Free as the air in the sky,
With the choice to become whatever I set my mind to,
And precipitate on the world
The blessings that were given to me
When my soul was created.
Created from the shattered pieces of those before me.
My soul will forever fly free
All I beg is for the world to never cut my wings.