Sometimes when I sit alone
I sit careful of being seen
Careful of doing something wrong
That is where I feel I belong
Belonging in the spotlight
Where everyone can view me
Everyone can criticize me
Everyone can critique me
Everyone can tell me how
Not to be me
Yet even with all those voices
All the words that circle me
I find clarity

Clarity that I am on the right path
The right path that will take me where I belong
I don't know if it will be where I want to go at times
And sometimes the voices are tempting
Tempting to take
Tempting to change myself for them
But even with all the temptation
I find myself

Even when struggling to walk
More or less crawl
I stand
I breathe my own breath
And I march
I march for every living hell I have lived in
For every little bad thing I had to endure
I march onward
To prove to everyone

Who I Am

I am a woman who will not be tested
A woman who shows kindness
And compassion to everyone
But is a killer with a pen and sword
A fiery soul that burn in the night
And able to summon the strength of a dragon

I march to fight for not only myself
But everyone who has been through any pain
Whether it be by a parent or friend or stranger
Everyone deserves the right to stand
The opportunity to march
Wounded and broken
I march for those that can not

I rather break my bones and scar my skin
If it meant that someone else
Did not have to deal with the pain
I would willingly put myself in front of danger
If the one behind me got to live