Inspired by the Heavens

Parents were hard-working

Working with Henry Ford's invention

One in the morning

One in the night

I, however,

Never slept

Hearing voices 

Telling me to inspire

Open up


I ignored

Started sending them to sleep with me

Never seeing anyone

Voices were restless

"Help someone," they demanded


Now words flow

Into the paper as if it were a tattoo

Carving itself into my brain

Into my life

Into my soul


Is what I'll do

I may not be able to work alongside 

With the physically strong

But I can work with

The powerful


This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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