by Emitiel Prophet, currently detained at Wakulla County Jail
We fall and have a choice to get up through it all.
It might be off a bike,
It's OK, get up and keep peddling.
Might from people who say "This person, I don't like,"
No worries, to that person, don't settle in.
I know it's hard,
You locked away and feel like you fell short
Thinking you dealt the wrong card,
And smoked your chances away like a Newport
Chin up, wipe those tears & don't feel scared,
Life isn't a game but think of it as a new sport.
Where you're on a winning team,
Ready to beat any odds you meet.
No matter how tough it seems,
You won't accept defeat.
We face storms,
On the outside & within.
That leaves us sore
But we still grin.
You're strong, not weak.
You may have come up from the pavement,
It's alright you're worth it.
They're applauding, proud and gazing,
Just smile, cause from the start you deserved it.
We fall, I hope you make the choice to fight through it all.