We all live our lives through a cloud of hate,
From others whom determine our fate.
Or that's what we have been lead to believe,
When in reality it is OURS to perceive.
For that which we choose to see and to hear,
Is simply manufactured through our very own fear.
Fear of non acceptance, fear of not fitting in
To a society of control, our place in it to win.
Yet who we are and how we behave
Is that which would be written upon our grave.
She was a mother, writer, poet and friend,
We are simply a product of whom WE intend.
And any cruel judgements, criticisms, insults and lies
Are only as true as the tears that she cries.
So choose not to shed them, refuse to surrender,
For we can but only be that which WE render!
I am who I am and I am not what THEY think,
My courage and good heart shall never sink.
The echoes of their negativities I will suffer no longer,
As that which doesn't kill me will only maker me stronger!!!
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