Self

I love hard.

My kindness is my strength but also my greatest weakness,

My emotions override logic.

I give it all away to those around me call it a love language,

somehow self gets lost in the translation.

People pleasing became a way to cope to feel needed and special despite losing self.

Self-reflection in my closet became therapy my secret place where the deepest parts of my heart are buried in the diary of my soul.

With every stroke of my pen I shed a tear,

I realize a different aspect of me.

A creative visionary…

A creative that aspires to leave an impact on the world.

A leader to young girls.

A leader that transforms lives and helps these beauties discover who they are.

If you’re reading this poem remember whose and who you are.

Your kindness is engrained in who you are and the beauty of your soul.