Unbecoming everything that isn’t you.
.. this is such a factual statement.
We live in a society where everyone masks and they don’t even realize it.
There is this facade that we parade around throughout life, while becoming a little bit of every person we meet.
Who are we really?
Am I truly someone who works in an office every single day of my life, or am I a little piece of everyone I’ve ever loved?
We are the only ones who know our true selves.
Everyone’s perception of you is wildly different.
We are chameleons.

So you have everything…
We have **** near
NOTHING.
We need support
& we need care.
But you take and take
With nothing to share.
We are screaming
We are dying.
But you sit there
Lying lying lying.
Profit over people.
Profit over people.
They say we deserve nothing
& you deserve everything.
WHAT MAKES US SO ******* DIFFERENT!?
But people we waking up..
Due to your lies
& people dying.
I hope you’re scared.
I hope you lie awake a night
Knowing there’s blood on your hands.

Man.. this one seems like a big one.
Last year was one of the worst.
Still struggling..
Gasping for air.

I’m ******* fightin’!
The grasp on me right now
Is so ******* intense..

I can ******* do this.
I’ve harshed the weather of the storm.
..but I keep getting back up.
Yes, this is rock bottom.

I wasn’t supposed to
Be alive this long.
I have fought many battles
In this ****** up life.
Today is no different.

I will rise up.
I am no longer a victim
Of this insidious reality.

Speak up.
Use your voice.
Take that hand..

YOU are the solution.
In order to get there
You just fight & grow.

Year 35…
I AN GOING TO THRIVE ✨✨

Who is this person looking
through the mirror?
I do not know them,
but they seem familiar.

I would like to know
this person.
I can see the hurt
and the shame in their eyes.

I want to hold them.
To let them know
that I’ll be right there.

I’ll be there to watch
them grow, blossom,
and bloom.
I’ll be there to love,
to care, and to listen.

I look deeper into
the persons eyes
Then I realize..
They are.. ME.

I breathe deep and slowly exhale.

This person is a
stranger to me,
but I must stick by them.

I suddenly am overwhelmed
with all of the hurt and wreckage
this stranger has caused.

All living breathing things
deserve to heal, to grow,
to be better and to love themselves.

This person deserves
a chance at life.

I believe I can pull them out.
They seem to think that
they are stuck in the mirror.

I need them to take my hand.

I need them to see their worth.

They are needed.
They are loved.
They are heard.