For me at least. I swore confidently that I wouldn’t cease until I reached my dreams His eyes seemed to laugh at me, unbelievingly, Staring down his nose, analyzing me from head to toe Sizing me up before saying, “No.” Apparently my dream didn’t fit. The measurements needed adjusting, a little touching Up. They were too much for me to handle, Or so he said. The man led me to a smaller rack, Fed me lines of what I lack And more hurtful, what I had. The melanin that’s collected in my skin Was a blemish, as was my estrogen. He was tryin’ everything he could To daunt my intentions, but as I mentioned I dream big excessively, and I wouldn’t be deterred From my aspirations. I wouldn’t be coerced into concurrin’, I am her, the One who opposes, who chose to Search for somethin’ to aspire for, Conspire to achieve. Something to attack and pick at until I bleed …like the day-old laceration A child’s sole infatuation, worked at with desperation And unmatched determination. I am she, and I am me. So you be you, be the light that’s shinin’ Even when they argue that the dream you’re buyin’ Is too big to fit. Let them know that you’ll grow into it. That’s what I did.
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