Change is constant
Whether by my choice or another’s
In childhood, I could not choose the changes that came -- one by one
A home lost, a family undone
It hurts to fall down the scales of life
Hurtling downwards, without a net
It hurts to be embarrassed and dismissed as just another ghetto kid
Perceived as another sad statistic
Is the world naturally evil?
Shall I succumb to that Hobbesian view?
Fathers leave, brothers flounder
Families quarrel and fall apart
The past cannot lead me
I choose a different path
A new road rises to meet me
The World stretches out wide before me, and calls me to her
Her petals bloom
Radiant, delicate, like an orchid
I water her with just the right care
I watch over her and provide shade for her to rest,
light for her to grow
I rise with her at dawn
She calls out to me and shows me
I am not a ghetto kid
I don’t have a ghetto mind
I am a seeker, empath, and humanitarian
I am more than enough
And I will be the first
The first in my family to earn a university degree
The first to live independently --
by my own labor, by my own hand, in my own home
The first to take care of my own
Change is constant
But now I have choices
I swim against the tide to direct the flow of that change -- one by one
A mother honored, a sister encouraged, a family nourished
I am the first
I am the Change I hoped for
I will nourish my charges like orchids
They will bloom into an arsenal of Changemakers
Change is constant
Now, I choose the direction
I lean in and steady myself to move --
Infinitely, Onward!