For You Poem by Danielle Mari Nidea

'Sorry, recipient cannot be reached, '
isn't that what they all say?
That no one can help you but God;
they're emphasizing your loneliness
that is so well hidden, well played.
You survived through all this;
dodging all them obstacles,
fighting back with your shiny, sharp
'Gift' passed to you by your ancestors
who may or may not have received it.
I salute you, young and brave,
amazing! But I've a question:
did you ever think that it was I,
and only I, who disagreed?