True Embrace

Quiet as mouse. Afraid to speak my mind. 

Looked over and undermined as if

I was invisible, non existent. 

 

Intelligence, beauty, grace,

Powerfulness, kindness,

Feminism,

Love, compassion, and skill;

Miraculously contained in one me-like vessel. 

 

I used to be afraid 

Of being my own. I will not

Be silenced. I will speak, be an advocate 

For what I believe. 

I am my own, now and always. 

 

Strong, independent, willful;

Look out world. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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