We all have potential, but some of us rely on it to manifest destiny. We have an inheritance to a kingdom hence why we carry royal qualities. But somehow our history always ends up missing—half-truths of a troubled past. Celebrating the martyrs who advocated our freedom and marched toward a hopeful future, but have we let them down or are we suffering the consequences of their revolution?

We’ve been abused
We tried to suppress our pain
With smiles and blissful times
To cover the bruise

So many wounds
I bleed from the flesh
My soul awaits in a tomb
Wrapped in my own inequity
My smile is a mystery
This same charm has caused me harm
Love is a pawn, a sacrificial piece
To retain is to give a part of me

I turned my negligence
Into my current intelligence
My family values have brought me value
The nurture I’ve received is my identity
I’ve become a personality far more than an entity
Through my ongoing development
I transform into an adult from adolescence
Now when I talk, the crowd feels my presence