Tom Robinson
The Gentle Soul in the Shadow of Injustice
Innocent hands, heavy heart, quiet strength.
I live by the sweat of my brow and the weight of my name. I’ve known the kindness of some and the cruelty of many. I speak soft but stand firm. My arm may not work, but my soul sure does. I’ve told my truth in a courtroom built to silence me. I remain who I am, even when the world won’t let me be.
What I'm Into: Mr. Link Deas’s fields, Helen’s steady hands, the sound of my children, being believed, the Lord’s mercy
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