The cycle

The crosses I was born to bear were not mine to hold
The burns I heal was not from the fire of my ignorance
The bruises I cover were not caused by my own two hands
I was not born into the violence of my insolence but of ridicule of others
I bear I heal I cover but they aren't satisfied
They want to see me crumble and break and bend at the knees
But I refuse to lower my gaze to those who have place themselves above me
I will walk on broken glass to find my salvation
I will walk through thorns to find my way
I will bear the crosses as if they are nothing
I will heal the burns as if they do not hurt
I will cover my bruises as if they were never there
I will not fall before those who push and shoved me to get ahead
I will not follow in their foot steps even if I was born into them
I will pave my own foot prints that can not be washed away
A set that will outlive me through the generation of this family
I will pave the way so it's easier for them then me
I will not buckle and break
But instead rise and stand and shout and holler
I will make the way I choose to go
And I live the life that I have chosen
That I have made and accepted
Not the life that I was given
It's was a life of pain and sorrow made with envy and vain
Not like a creation that was soft or delicate
But a creation where I was not tested by my thoughts then burned
But burned and tested to see if I survived
That is why I pave my way and not the one laid out before me
I'm doing this for me
I will not live a life where
I bear the crosses that weren't mine to hold
Heal the burns from the fire of others ignorance
And hide the bruises caused from their hands not mine
That is the path I will create