THE VALLEYS IN OUR JOURNEY

How do I start this story, Let’s begin with an optimistic reader, Who happens to be my brother, I got to tell you I really revere him He says when you’re on top of the hill, You never acknowledge the valley, Let alone thank it for existing, Yet without it your hill wouldn’t be real, Your hill would be nill. And so, I want to thank you money, For not being around for as long as I’d want you to be, And you white supremacy, For making me question my value as a human being, You too Mrs. Patriarchy, Though I wish you’d raise your children differently, I can’t forget my African country, For being divided in levels of poverty, May you all be blessed abundantly, For being the valleys in our journey