Thick stormy clouds control my mind.
The world I see feels so unkind.
Vile ugly acts spread great sorrows,
cracked concrete paths build tomorrow.

Tornadoes swirl my ringing ears,
sweeping my mind, releasing tears,
my heart and pulse quickly increase,
try to obtain some inner- peace.

Rain showers pour upon my head,
I wonder if kindness is dead.
Salted wounds hurt and make me scream,
wishing unjust was just a dream.

Bright rainbow views amaze my eyes,
I feel new hope inside arise.
Faithful wishes are now defined,
hope social change someday aligns.

Sun rays and lights dry off my tears,
warms up my heart, providing cheer.
Blue skies become brighter and clear,
people can grow, progress each year.

My inner thoughts project outside,
I grasp the universe inside.
Pure love can turn wrongs into rights
if everyone tries to unite.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy