A Poem
The Reflection
Oh, what wonder we hold as child so innocent and free. Then, one jab after another others seek to pigeon hole us into a place that starts to make us pull back from who we were created to be.
I’ve been told I’m too loud.
I’ve been told I’m too opinionated.
I’ve been told I’m too trusting.
I’ve been told I’m too happy.
I’ve been told I’m too nice.
But now I rise from the flames of everything that sought to redefine my God created purpose and here I stand like a phoenix from the ashes.
Rise friends. Rise.
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