.. I have to be strong, when I can’t even spell the word, I don’t understand the word, I don’t know what it means, or maybe I do, maybe I do! I just don’t feel it, I don’t know where to start. And why should I anyway? Why should I be strong? Why should I be brave? Why should I step out in faith? Why should I believe? Why should I keep going on? Why should I give life my best shot? Why should I stand tall? Why shouldn’t I just drop and crumble? Why? Why? Why?
Because she believed in me because she knew I could become because she saw that I am strong when I did not see it. Because she told me I could do it, not once, not twice but a few times. Because she took my hand, gripped it firmly and placed the Baton squarely in my hand and she screamed: “run”. Because she mustered all the strength in her and she waited for me and she composed herself and she delivered her most important message, she said “you can become” so I must be strong. I must learn how to spell.
I am strong!
Beautiful Ivory 