Those around me seem to think
there is a standard of being...
In my own valleys and tunnels there was truth
I cringed at the dip of my hips,
my attraction to feminity,
and the words that came stumbling from lips
I lived in a suffocating jar
filled of disappointment and fear.
Happiness was a nostalgic dream,
doubtfully something I would feel again.
Dancing in the meadow of the valley
Wings erupting from my mind
But only to sing I am free!
But guess what?
I am a breathing paradox
That only my mind, body, and soul can make
The idea is simple
I am intricately and extravagantly made
I have lacked self worth
For that I hope things will change
I have lacked faith in my self
Although I can overcome my negative self
I can be loved by me
I am wonderful
I am intelligent
I am beautiful
I am independent
I am flawless