Born 8 pounds, 12 ounces

Screaming and Whaling

A blessing to the family that Grief surrounded

Born with eyes wide open

She’d always know love

Because that was what she was raised on

It was who she was

They’d hold her close

Grow her up on family vacations

Hugs and kisses

She was needed

She knew she wanted to be something

Inspiration bubbling up around her

Raised on the purpose

The power of strength and endurance

However, the world would try to diminish it

The voice the girl was yet to know

She could not preach in bold, instead the words had to be hidden within the folds

She was a children

And nobody would listen

Growing up to never find herself

In the toys on the shelf

In the shirts in her section

In the foods she was supposed to eat

But they’d give her a book

Because books were power

Words that nobody could stop, limitless

So she grew and grew

Worked and worked

Because she believed, her brain was the only thing that worked

She had no amazing looks or unmatched talents

To her, it was never enough

If someone was always better

There is one truth to this girl nobody knew

She never gave up, it was the undeniable truth

Because she knew how to dream

And she knew she had a voice

That she’d no longer let anyone take from her

Because it did not matter what anyone said,

To her,

Nothing was ever impossible

It was how she was raised.