You have fallen from
A few’s favour
This is not your fall
From grace

When others consider
It a sin, to take up
Your God given
Space

Worship not the words
Of serpent tongues
That spit only
Lies

By bending to their will
you’ll become the
Failure that they
Prophesize

My dear you are of
Of the heavens ,
Created to serve a
Devine Purpose

Never forget, you were
Not born to bow or
Bend, but to
Achieve greatness.

Let know one convince you
That you are worthless…