We are the forgotten ones
We are the misunderstood.
We are the broken, although we are not damaged.
We have powerful words rumbling inside of us.
Every time we speak
The universe transforms to our liking.
We push the buttons
Although we do not know it yet.
We are the strange
The ugly
The lost
Who started with nothing
But now shine with freedom.
We are the Wild Children.
We run with purpose
And go where we please.
You'll find us in the loneliest of hearts
Starving their pride
And healing the stars in their bones.
Every last scar is our masterpiece.
Because
Wounds are so beautiful.
Our wounds shape us into who we are.
We love the world-
And the world loves us back.
We are
Tender
And graceful
And with purpose.
We are the world
Although we do not know it yet.
But to them
We are just people.
