Still writing. Still thriving. Still living. Still breathing.
Still eating. No retreating. Constantly believing in my power increasing.
I am feeling the feelings of feelings hidden freely for fear of a fragment of judgement from my peers.
I am intellect and I am past regret. A balance of bad with a promise of good, my back and forth brain is misunderstood.
I serve myself
And the women before me
Making grandmama proud
Carrying her legacy.
A woman of strength
I'm a pillar for change
I will reclaim my independence
Until they break my legs.
I will be success
Nothing can stop my passion
I'll be the dress you love
Even when its "out of fashion."
When you cry, feel it
When you're mad, let it out
When you're happy, smile large
When you're scared, talk it out
Be who you are
Not who you're "supposed to be"
Because who knows me better than me.