Alma Mater, Strength and Streets
The intensity of my growth was needed
Given the pain and trauma deeply seeded
I know my strength
Because, I’ve made it through
Still pure of heart, still my dreams in view
Even though the evils in this world
Seek to poison it and tear it apart
Innocent Intentions
I’ve had from the start
Continuously striving to find the lesson in every situation
“Life” my teacher, silent mentor
People, however intrusive causing stagnation
Crippling views and reputations
Envious and Ignorance, a dirty cage
Empathy and Sincerity, few remain
Hands to push, few to pull
Strength of mind, I hold with the grip of “truth”
Though others mock and poke the core of it
Living in the darkness, comfortable in its presence
Harnessing pain, showing wounds and scars
Badges of honor, warriors with-out armor
With each blow became smarter
Strongest of minds come from trenches and trails
Strength, Courage, and Wisdom
my alma mater
Battle Born, my mold of honor
By: Lynsie Chase
