I carry blue eyes
The eyes that see it all
Hope. Peace. Joy. Sadness.
Faith. Loyalty. Love.

To see the world through these eyes
Is to see a world corrupt,
Hidden by a thick curtain of lies
That grow in size everyday:
Children aren’t dying of starvation;
When we die, that’s all there is;
An unborn child isn’t living;
There are no signs of suicide.

A world,
Where your father doesn’t care
Never, ever hears you sing,
Never sees a single one of your academic team matches,
Never sees your baptism,
Never sees you graduate,
Forgetting your birthday is
May 2.

I carry a ring,
Small in size
An eighth grade ring.
Two hearts around my finger
One has 20 under it,
The other 04.
The lucky charm
Contained within the small ring
In my mind,
Helps me through my day.

I carry a Bible,
Small, made of red leather,
The small Gideon given to me at ten,
The small red Bible gives me hope
And faith to make it through everyday.

I carry my heart,
At times it helps my friends through
Problems when I know what to do,
Other times it silences my mouth
To listen so they can let it all out
And yet other times,
When my heart is broken
Friends help me heal my heart.

I carry my mind,
A pocket of answers,
Endless questions,
Pictures.
My mind is a labyrinth
Of challenges,
Full of dead ends
And directions.
My mind hold everything I know
And hope to know.

I carry a soul
A soul exposed to what alcohol
Does to a person
What happens when friends make the wrong decisions,
Exposed to all the cruel words people say
All the cruel practices people do to others
Just to make a few tears fill my eyes,
Making all the hopeful envy go away
And turn into green and bitter eyes
Green eyes that are always sad when come and never too far away,
Always there to haunt you
Like a ghost following you everywhere.

All I carry…
All I need…
All I could ever want…
The things I carry.