In each of my hands
I balance the choice of right and wrong
In my heart
I hold my dreams for my future
In my mind
I keep my thoughts
With my eyes
I see the good and evil in this world
With my ears
I listen to the words they speak
With my voice
I speak of love and kindness
With my feet
I explore new places
with my hands
I write these poems
with my poems
I tell my story

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