Modesty sometimes means to shine

Because it would be false not to 

I wanted to pummel y’all into the ground

With my pain

I wanted everyone to know the sound 

Rain makes when it cries

When seven generations has come and gone

And still the sins of the fathers remain

As a curse on the land

And on me

My ancestors walked

But their troubles began 

Long before that 

But now at least the rain has stopped for me

Now I see with my own eyes 

The sun has been shining all along

All this time

And the sun SHINES 

Because 

It would be false modesty not to

-jenn