She’s the Angel of Inglewood
Teaching me things no one else could
On the West-side of town
With her eyes deep and brown
Taking me places I want to be
Showing me better ways to be me
Teaching me to tolerate myself
Teaching me to go ahead and ask for help
She ever so quietly
Teaching me humility
Showing me my own humanity
Showing me the lies I tell to me
She says I’m not so bad
Thoughts I’ve had were had
They are not me never were
Just had to yell at the wall to know for sure
She is my confessor
A compassion professor
She’s my angel of Inglewood
The girl who showed me my good
Tags: Stephen Handlin