No One Can See the Hidden Ocean I've Created

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I Am poem by Shanice Jackson I am broken and a fighter I wonder if I should draw my thoughts away I hear my grandma’s voice I see my sister waving I want to be happy like my friends I am broken and a fighter

I pretend to be normal I feel happy in my dreams I touch my sister’s and grandma’s hands I worry every time I hear the words “bad news” I cry every time I see my dad drinking I am broken and a fighter

I understand that my life is worth fighting for I say there is hope in life I dream about me and my family not going through poverty I try to draw my thoughts away I hope happiness comes my way I am broken and a fighter

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