I want easy
But easy doesn’t produce strength
I want fast
But fast doesn’t make endurance
I want only “good” feelings
But only “good” feelings aren’t realistic
I want people to like me
But when people don’t like me, I learn to continue believing in myself and what I hold fast to.
I want to do worthwhile things
But doing worthwhile things doesn’t make me worthy
I want perfection
But perfection is cold, harsh, addictive, and destructive
I want purpose
But purpose doesn’t give me value
I want words to say
But words don’t give me truth
I want to be surrounded
But to be surrounded doesn’t mean I’m understood
I want to be with
But being with doesn’t mean I’m known
I want to not fear
But not fearing would mean that I would never act in courage to do the things I’m afraid of
And that is true bravery
What if you could see people with all their scars
Both ones self-inflicted and from abuse?
What if you could see their stories
Both of victory and defeat,
Joy and pain,
Triumph and failure,
And perfect imperfection?
Written on their faces,
What if we could have compassion
Instead of passivity,
Understanding of how ignorant we really are
Instead of arrogance,
Communion of similar experience
Instead of rejection?
What if we knew the real worth of others?
What if we truly knew our own value?
What if we chose acceptance?
We can’t see all of people’s scars
Both inward and outward
But that doesn’t mean they don’t have any
Don’t we all have them?
Aren’t we all fragile?
Aren’t we all breakable?
Aren’t we all carrying something
No matter how hard our shell may seem?
Why don’t we treat each other like this is true?
May we never be the ones who put shame on others
May we be the ones who see people as they are
For who they are
No matter what
Guess what? If you don’t listen, you don’t hear what I say. You don’t hear what I don’t say either. I’m listening to you. Why can’t I get a word in edge-wise? I’m tired of not being listened to. Is this a curse I will always have to bear? I want to be heard now just as much as anyone else. So stop shutting me up. And open your ears. I won’t be drowned out by all the talking of others. I refuse to be drained when I listen to others. I don’t want to be ignored by all those louder than me. I don’t like being shunned by the majority that is different from me. I refuse to let my stammering get in the way of me being on my own side. I won’t let my inability to articulate what I feel stand in the way of me trying. I won’t let my stumbling over words stop me from fighting for myself. I won’t let myself be talked over. I won’t let people interrupt me. I am my own spokesperson. You can’t intimidate me with your overflow of words. I will be heard. I will speak my mind and my voice won’t be stifled anymore. It’s going to be my time now to join the conversation with equality and justice. May we find a middle ground where we all can be heard.
Do you have space for me
Is there room in your life
Can I be here with you
Or are you going to shut me out
Are you going to leave me
Will you unaccept me
Can you see me
Or will you ignore me
Can you let me in
Or will you keep me away
Do you have a place for me
Or am I left alone because there’s no spot
For me in your life
Will you let me know you
And will you know me
Can you find a way to allow me in?
You have to be brave
And you can be brave
You don’t have to conquer
You don’t have to succeed
You don’t have to perfect
Any time you feel like falling
Know that you can stand
Any time you feel like nothing
Know that you are worthful
Any time you feel you’re fading
Know that you are here
There is someone who sees you
And makes you courageous
That someone is victorious for you
There is someone strong
When you feel weak
When you feel small
There is someone who makes you