First Steps

First Steps

I looked out to the crowd, hopeful yet weighed down by the love of the folk in the room First steps Some people didn’t even know, slow-ful but they’ll catch up to the love I’m finally showing MYself First steps It’s attainable the dream go full...
I am Not

I am Not

If it isn’t mine I am not taking it Even when they want me to I am not Told me to ‘fit in’ And tried to make me, what? Something less in the face of I am not Late bloomers, rise up Bw happy to fly now You aren’t alone! I am not My burnt sienna...