Barely standing five feet tall, I knew that physical strength would never be one of my known attributes. But, it was drilled in me as a child to grow into an emotionally strong woman. I wondered why my mom kept mentioning this point. I went through the death of my sister, foster care, and a severe bout with depression, so I felt that nothing in the world could falter me. At twenty-five, I have had heart broken a few times. I have compromised some of my beliefs and morals for love. I think we all have been taken advantage of or have taken advantage of someone else in a romantic sense. I met a few friends that had disrespected me several times before cutting times. But finally, I am being me. I finally have people in my life allow me to be me. Yes, I will randomly start dancing at work, and you can hear me sing as you enter our store. All in a day’s work. I am becoming less reserved and I only hold back if it can cause any hurt to others. My goal is to blossom. I am me.
Like, the ones Mommy would grow
The cold winter has passed,
The indecisive autumn never lasts,
It is time relish in your potential,
Let your limbs strengthen, so you can stand alone,
Allow your color and beauty to multiply,
Be nourished in heaven’s light,
Defeat those thunderous plights,
Some have been rough, but one will be gentle,
Be strong, yet graceful,
Do not wither from negativity,
Flower, flower I say to thee, your goal is longevity.