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Take a Step


We all like to believe that we are small Like a lonely floating black dot Just waiting for the fall But people are brighter than an inkblot We can shine brightly, giving our own glow Or, at least, that's what I was taught I learned not from books, though nor from school, library, or script too But purely from the show When I was young, I had no clue Of the troubles folks would tell 9/11 was when the ignorance flew My father lost his job when the towers fell My parents soon split and on the streets I began to dwell My mother couldn't handle it, She would look for money and respect then come home and throw a fit I had younger siblings, who I had to protect So in the 4th grade I began working In the hopes of having an effect Trying for better, we were constantly moving I quickly learned to change shape Especially after the school shooting We moved again, looking for an escape It worked for mom, the business game But for me it ended in rape Eventually graduation day came after arriving at yet another home I smile proudly when I hear my name I want to tell people they aren't all alone To spread my tale and share anew No one should feel they face the unknown Even when the worst becomes true I must be willing to record and learn to say “I forgive you” Because I have a dream to move toward And so, if you have two legs, use them Take a step forward
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