Where we’ve been
makes us who we are.
Objection, Your Honor!
I’m not anchored to these scars.
Our 14-year-old selves would have never foreseen
the people we are
or our will to succeed.
These trials and tribulations have made us believe
that we have what it takes to dig deep underneath.
These streets we walk close to home
are plagued by shadows of loved ones
we used to know.
Years gone by,
not many questions answered.
Implanted thoughts of
we’re not worth chasing after.
The same knife used to carve we hate our lives
Will one day be used to cut steak for our children and wives.
All of our wounds bled, scabbed, and healed into wings.
We have the ability to lift up these kids,
make them see they can achieve anything.
Walls built by society,
to be demolished by underdogs.
Giving up isn’t in our dictionary,
We are Foster Strong.