I have allowed myself to get lost and lose sight of my vision. My vision has not changed yet I have done my best to silence it. It is terrible when we forget our dreams and begin to live the lives of our shadows. Why are we not more courageous in our daily lives that we do not go boldly after what we want to and become the person we yearn to be?
I am many things, but I will not defined my one word or another. I use my words and my voice as my vehicles to a world awaiting. I use my words to offer description when things cross my mind. A common day philosopher, a humanitarian, a human, a woman, a writer, a creator. I wear many hats but all align with my passion. If your wondering what that passion is I will tell you.
I Am...
I am the voice that screams
Women are beautiful
I am the author of a generation
I am the something that is complicated
I am the hope that awaits within me
I am the lost generation
I am the history yet to be written on the pages of your soul
I am
I am words leaping from my mind
I am the broken, not destroyed
I am the label less lover
I am the the version of my truth
I am my own kind of beautiful
I am my own kind of vision
I am my own standard
I am
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