“This is who I am.
I can’t change.”
I have killed choice.
I’ve given up.
I'm a slave to myself.
I’ve surrendered to gravity.
Just because I was born that way
Just because I was raised that way
Just because it’s easier
Just because they tell me to
Just because they tell me not to
Just because my body craves it
Just because I want to
Just because I am afraid
Just because gravity always pulls me down
Doesn’t mean I can’t fly.
Make a choice.
Who I am today DOES NOT
Have to be who I was yesterday.
Life isn’t over till I draw my last breath.
A caterpillar does not resign itself
To the form it had at birth.
So I will look to who I can become,
Not to the person I am.
Who I am is a bowl of cake batter,
Full of potential for good.
I was born with potential.
Now I must make the choice to fly.