This tiny part of the world I was born into was not made for me
I don’t even want to make it be a place for me
Since I am too much for it
All I want to do is run to where there is already a world wanting me
Accepting me, embracing me and celebrating me
A place where my spot already is, and I don’t have to create it
A world where I don’t have to fight for the right to exist
A world where I don’t have to argue, defend and advocate for my own voice
A world that believes the spirit of the divine already lives within me
And honors me for all of who I beautifully am
Rejecting the mandated cookie cutter role I was given to instead live a true life
Requires literally all the will and strength and power I have, each day
Meanwhile almost everything I touch turns to fire
Whether others get scorched by the flames or just keep themselves warm
My hands burn and I slowly waste away in the coals
Embers eating me away to ash
But at least there’s light
From the sparks
Is it for everyone else to see by and enjoy?
Or is the glow mine to possess and behold?
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