She Was Born To Be Herself, And Nothing Else: Poem by Sherry Painter

She was born to be tough as a sailor,
She was born to be strong,
No matter how rough life gets,
She was born to stand up for what she thinks is right,
Yet always taking other ways into mind
Into consideration, too,
She was born to be sweet,
Yet she was born to be tough as steel,
She is meant to be loved,
And nothing else,
She was born to be respected,
And nothing else,
She was to be born to be the best as she could ever be,
And nothing lens,
She was born to become a lot of things,
And to achieved them all.

When you are born,
We all have something to become,
And I know what I'm going to become.

I'm going to become:
Cussin' like a sailor,
Strong,
Stand up for what's right,
Yet always, always take other way into consideration,
Sweet,
To be tough as steel,
To love and to be loved,
To be respectful yet be respected back the same,
To try to be the best person she can be,
To become many of things,
And achieve them all.

She was born to just be herself,
And nothing lens,
No matter what.