When the soul speaks.

Sometimes I feel weak but I just remember that my souls antique, that my body is filled with technique, that my voice isn't meek.

That I've never lost a battle even though I may have been rattled, filled with an inner strength that makes me a winner. Life's been hard at times surrounded by crimes, I just continue to climb in this reality of mine.

 A reality where morals are filled with ideas of brutalities that infect all humanity creating a calamity. But my morals are my foundation, because living in this corrupt nation doesn't mean you have to accept the pack mentality be an individual unique and complete.