United States


Wht's that supposed to be?

Believing in the path she's on she thought

Even as all outside of me falls

It's maintaining my sight

Knowing what I believe I create in my life

So I continue to believe to manifest the best

Keep holding on to my dreams

Letting go of the rest of the doubtss, fear of failure, shame and guilt she may have

     held onto while following her path


There have been those who looked down on her

Tried to hold her back

And yes, he too was asked to climb mountains

But not to carry their weight

So in these moments when she mut decide between faith and fear

The voiec that she hears may be hers

It may be that which brought her tears

drowning out her own words



Still there.

Fiercly scraping and tearing down the slander that helped shame her own name

Inside, voices from out roam about 

Trying to convince her she is them


But oh, intuition

She rules this domain and will not be ashamed of herself

Nobody knows her better than she does

So she dances around the voices of "was"

Because she knows who she really is

And refuses to let their voices dictate how she lives




This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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