Remembering those that are keeping it all together whilst being screamed at, humiliated, insulted, offended and hurt.
Those who feel like screaming but holding the meltdown in check.
Those who are frustrated and trapped and killing somebody seemed the best option but just do not have the right state of mind.
Those whom in the ugly face of violence, are still fighting for their right to freedom of choice.
Freedom for a right to live equally because, life has dealt them a hard hand. A right to be who they dream to be.
Those that are being mistaken for their tears as mere weakness.
Those that have lost their spirit to fight but are hoping-still. Those who are in their lowest now but still faithful and pressing on despite everything.
Those that feel the need to cry but had to smile instead. Those who live within their means but wish there could have been more or be more because of another brother, sister, relative in need.
Those who put every one elses need ahead of their own.