There are pieces inside of everyone;
some lovely, some genuine, some tenacious, some sad.
we all have a name, a future to claim,
yet we sit back and wonder why the other got it first.
why is he or she or whom or him better than all of us?
are we tired? are we unintelligent? are we less than golden and successful?
who, I ask, are you not to be?
it isn't the clothes you wear nor the walk you walk.
It is the talk you talk amongst the gossip; standing up for a soul and showing you are brave to be hurt.
The more you push the less you have to give.
So push every day for the rest of your life.
And someday, someday you may be who you are to be and your pieces will collide and mesh and form something wonderful.