Listen
  

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.


Comments:
 
Jazzcat   Jazzcat wrote
on 9/7/2008 9:21:37 PM
Very nicely done. I like the positive message, the hopefullness and the passion that you filled this piece with.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 8/29/2008 12:49:21 AM
I liked the message here. A lifetime of listening, both good and bad. And then you listened to the one voice that counts the most: Yours! Very good poem.

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6/29/2007 12:00:00 AM
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