To the eyes who see me blinded by preconception
You have named me timid, fraid,  traumatized, sad, shy, recluse alone
Fearfully quiet
You present me a victim who cannot stand ,speak, serenade, seek, spreading self strong against the world
I challenge  that you have not understand the me that  was so quickly judged in prejudice
You have not seen the courage ,resilience ,strength, stubbornness power that. Is me
Pray take your weak minded thinking and look closely as perhaps what you are judging is more self then me
I have been and will be ever  be moving with each day firmly underfoot so that I know  what I am ,who I am, and where I will be