
The girl who never cries
I am the teardrop of a woman
who left her family to make a better life.
I am the teardrop of a brother,
an irriversable soul who was lost to the world before twenty.
I am the teardrop of a wanderer who found a mission.
I am the teardrop of a future inventor with a cure.
I am the teardrop of everyone who has ever loved.
Who am I?
I am a burning beautiful soul.
I am a glass half full.
Filled by the present the future the past.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world