What will your verse be?
What will your verse be? What will your verse be? A question asked in a whisper, echoed in classrooms and hearts a question I now answer, with laughter, love, and the life I dream to craft. My verse will begin with joy, with humor like sunshine through tired skies, roasting with love, joking with soul, bringing smiles to the faces that life forgot to cheer for a while. I will walk strong and tall not just in height, but in spirit unbent by harsh words. No voice will shrink me, no cruelty will cage me, for I will love myself in ways I once waited for others to. My verse will be hands that help. One day, when I can, I will lift those who sleep on cold pavements with empty hands and endless hope. I will give....quietly, fiercely, until dignity returns to every eye I meet. It will be a life lived on my terms, written in chapters of choice and courage. Independent not in solitude, but in soul writing my own path, even if the world draws maps I don’t wish to f...