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

I scream

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