You will not hush me from speaking the truth. My life wasn't your clay to mould. My skin wasn't yours to hide. I wasn't meant to crumble under the weight of your expectations for the bar I set for myself was to live another day. I will not settle for the one that promises a home filled with familiarity. Instead I will fall for the one that ignites my soul that I would build a sanctuary with. My vulnerability isn't shame meant to be hidden its my victory to bare. I wasn't meant to follow the paths of tragedies created by generational trauma. I was never meant to succumb to the woes of the womb. I will be the one to set the next generations free, to be the one that make imperfections, perfection.
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