The way I hate being talked over
Having my voice and opinions being dismissed
Like they mean nothing
How come then do I it to myself?
How do I treat myself like someone not to be trusted?
Why do I turn deaf to my instincts
And put a hand over my own heart
When it tries to whisper the secrets it has to tell?
Do I also fear the greatness it will step into
If I allowed it to be seen and heard?
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BECOMING IS A MESSY JOURNEY
PoetryFor me, poetry is my truth. It is a way for me to capture the essence of a moment that is sometimes very hard to articulate simply using spoken words. This book simply captures the messiness of the never ending process of my becoming in a certain.
