The World From Her Perspective

“There’s different strokes for different folks...”

A piece that she can never forget.

Her world, different from ours

From discrimination to segregation

From a time where 2 genders existed

Her life, one who’s expected to know how to care

While the other side knew to protect

Her eyes seized what the world threw at her

Her eyes gasping at what she found

Bodies paving the streets,

Screams swallowing her mind,

Her sisters crying for help,

But not all could be satisfied.

It was her world

She learned to live through it the best way that she could

She learned to toughen up to take what she could

Just anything else,

That was the job of her family