Society you depicted my show
To fit into these categories
Unrealistic expectations bending me low
Till I ended locked in a repository
For my scars are etched bright
I was once consumed by maladaptive beliefs
I could recoil as expected of me, but I fight
I will run no longer and that is a relief
I will stand. My feet to firmly settle
If you will not accept me, you will know me
You will hear me, and for all along I was akin to a petal
Before you ill-informed me, condemned me to just be
I do not need to run anymore
I do not need to hide myself
I can love so liberally, and I don't need a 'who for'
For in my eyes this is the truest wealth
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