She doesn’t know herself

She has been an echo for the world

And denied herself the utterances, 

Her skin screaming what she holds so close

In knowing she will take space

In knowing there won’t be brokenness 

But a whole heart

Her stories of smallness

Are as real as the one of greatness

Her eyes are failing to see

The world in front of her

Is the mirror that lives behind her lobes

The warped beliefs and truths

Hold up, hold it closer

Fight, we are born in a fight

You deserve to bear it all

Imperfect, impermanent and incomplete

And still there’s beauty.