Line of strength
Line of Strength
I look into the mirror it’s the doorway to my past,
I come from a line of dreamers,
from beginning to the last.
Hands that built from nothing,
hearts that refused to break,
voices that turned their struggle
into songs the world can’t fake.
I come from women clothed in courage;
men who walked through fire,
who prayed beneath the hardest nights,
and rose a little higher.
Their stories live beneath my skin,
their courage in my tone,
their victories beat within my chest —
I’ve never stood alone.
They whispered, “Child, remember this,
our blood runs through your veins”
So when I face the storms of life,
I face them unafraid.
The mirror doesn’t show just me
it shows the ones before,
A light reflecting from their eyes,
to my side of this door.
I come from a line of love and fight,
of wisdom, rhythm, flame,
and every time I say I’m Jazz —
I’m calling out their name.
Copyright © Jasmine Annie | Year Posted 2025
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