I listened to the bad and cruel, the constant nagging chant-
Yet used it as a driving tool, each time I heard “you can’t.”
I listened to the racial sneers, the whispers as a child
Yet I ignored the critical stares and let my mind run wild.
I listened to the one teacher who pushed me to achieve,
And knelt down with the priests and preachers who taught me to believe.
I listened to my Mom and Dad, working hard to provide.
Their daily struggle left me sad, but filled me up with pride.
And as I listened throughout the years, it came as no surprise
That the results of how one truly hears can make you fall or rise
Thus listening was a learning choice, that through it, finally seems…
One day produced my own TRUE voice, and helped me reach my dreams.