Because they sting my face
They cramp my style
They make me feel weak
Small, selfish, and vile.

I’m sick of their piercing
Like wet arrow drops
I can’t wait patiently
Praying they will just stop

I hate every tear
Every symbol of strife
I can’t allow this false world
To dictate my life

I hate giving in
Every day, every night
I won’t let the world hinter
My God-given might

I must pick each tear
Like it’s a drop of pure blood,
And fill a cup of self-worth
Until it floods, and floods

I am who I am,
And brave I can be
I don’t have to give in
I can be safe in me

There is safety in me
There is beauty in me
There is power in me
There is calmness in me

The world may try
To deny I can flee
But I know with God’s grace
From my tears, I’ll be free… one day.

Submitted by: Tanveer Kaur