The conventions,

The ceilings

The categories

Who I am

Aches to come out

I cannot hold it back

I have been moved

To give rise

To the potential inside

What is hidden


Quiet forces


Territory untraveled

Desires unraveled

Inside me lives

New narratives of life

Slicing stereotype

With a serrated knife

Crafted of courage

Fashioned of faith

Forward with focus

I see

new forms from old

Fresh ideas, so bold

They change the story

Forging paths to glory

The courage to stand up

To be who I want to see

The artist

The music maker

The scientist

The commerce creator

The activist

The news generator

The politician

The mover n shaker

The mother

The care taker

The engineer

The dancer

The poet

The story teller

With passion,

And purpose


And drive

We create,

Our own story

Blazing trails to glory

Free to be

Who we want to see