To think I thought I was the bad one.
To think I was unworthy of love.
To think I was redundant.
When in reality I was just me.
A full woman…
Who is abundant.
Who is less than ordinary.
One who is now free.
No longer afraid of judgement…
I am free of begging someone to stay.
I am free of how they’ll portray…
Their tinted version of me.
That’s no longer my responsibility.
They’ve said I’m crazy…
That may be true.
I’d rather leave it all out there…
Then hold it in and delay this breakthrough .
But remind me…
What do they say of the crazy…
You may want to hide the genius within me…
But I’ll let it out free.
An unintended freak.
Mistreated by the weak.
That’s no longer me.
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