I was born into expectations,
wrapped in prayers and rules,
a daughter shaped by scriptures,
but never by choice.
If I speak, my voice is defiance,
if I’m silent, I’m weak.
A war I never started,
yet somehow, I lose.
I tried to be their perfect child,
folded myself into quiet obedience,
swallowed my thoughts like bitter pills,
but perfection was a lie I couldn't live.
So I stood, unbowed, unbroken,
but to them, I was lost.
A wandering soul, a whispered shame,
a lesson in what not to be.
I have made peace with the distance,
with the sighs and the shaking heads.
For I would rather be whole and unloved,
than loved for someone I am not.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 3:12 AM UTC
I was born into expectations,
wrapped in prayers and rules,
a daughter shaped by scriptures,
but never by choice.
If I speak, my voice is defiance,
if I’m silent, I’m weak.
A war I never started,
yet somehow, I lose.
I tried to be their perfect child,
folded myself into quiet obedience,
swallowed my thoughts like bitter pills,
but perfection was a lie I couldn't live.
So I stood, unbowed, unbroken,
but to them, I was lost.
A wandering soul, a whispered shame,
a lesson in what not to be.
I have made peace with the distance,
with the sighs and the shaking heads.
For I would rather be whole and unloved,
than loved for someone I am not.
This speaks about the quiet battle of being shaped by expectations yet yearning for authenticity. 🌿📖 It reflects the cost of choosing oneself over conformity—the distance it creates 🚶🏾♀️💭, the love it sacrifices 💔, but also the peace it brings. 🌊🕊️ In the end, it is a declaration of strength 💪🏾: the choice to be whole 🌟 rather than be loved under false terms. ❤️