I want to be younger.
I want to have better skin,
I want to have better hair.
I want to be trimmer,
want to be thinner.
But none of these things matter
to the power within her.
I want to poised,
want to be classy.
But what comes out when I speak
is curse words and sassy.
I want to be cool, calm, collected.
But when I speak,
my inner fire is resurrected.
I want to have an education from a university.
But my degree was earned
by surviving and living.
I want to have less wrinkles,
I want to look different than me.
But I know my power is in
I want to be eloquent,
I want to be poetic.
But I’ve learned the best thing I can do
is silence my inner critic.
In so many ways,
I want to be other than what I am.
But I realized the world has enough “other”
and I can take a stand.
I stand in my power,
I stand in honesty.
I stand with my arms wide open,
I stand in confidence,
knowing in every moment I have a choice.
With my age, my truth and every part of who I am,
I decide my most valuable attribute is my voice.