There are days occasionally
That it would feel best for me
To hurl myself against a wall
And watch the shattered pieces fall,
Knowing I can craft anew
My self, my heart, my spirit, too.
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You won’t be liked and that’s okay;
Embrace your true Self anyway.
One can’t account for ev’ry voice
Before they fin’lly make a choice.
Speak what words are on your heart,
Or hold your tongue (a sacred art).
Opt in and out just as you please;
Let no one make you ill at ease.
The world outside will always spin
It’s lies, but do not let them in.
Dress and speak and live your Light,
And guard your Peace with all your might.
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