I am the reason and the thought
into one being of myself.
Born from struggle and brought into struggle
with a stronger sense of hope
than I knew.
I am a shadow to the weary
and a hand to push them up.
Unnoticed, likably, but still
with the utmost concern of their being.
I am a artist of my words
and I weave each one like a thread.
Built and dyed and threaded by my heart
into the rainbow that is
my writing.
I am a future and a purpose.
One day I'll stand somewhere
before someone, for something.
One day I'll be the change I wished
to see when I was little.
I am me.
And I am proud and full of hope,
with a light in my eyes to block
all the darkness.
I close my ears to the hatred
and am true to who
I am.
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