Many times I've pondered over my life's purpose

I've had many chances to be heard but none which I was ready for

Many times doors have opened but I stood back watching them close

I thought about rushing through them and how it would all be

If I could just yell what I thought

It might have turned into screams

Now I can see, years had to pass for my heart to open

I've had time to let it all soak in

The picture has become clear

My people are not exclusive

They speak different languages

Have different phenotypes

And they inhabit every continent

From sea to shining sea

I am them and they are me

I can see why those doors closed before in the past

Nothing that's worth waiting for will happen fast

I will be patient and not rush it at all

I will be ready for my curtain call