It’s in the wind
the wildly abrupt
breaks the glass of your window
but leaves you untouched…
Except for the sound
as your chest pounds and caves
now sleeping with the echo
of the wind that made you brave.
It’s in the song
the one on repeat
memorizing notes and lyrics
caressing feelings underneath.
Behind your quiet cloak
You wore for your small world…
a volume knob on a stereo taught you how to be heard.
Pens, paint, and crayons
always in your hand
recreating what you dreamt
what you didn’t understand
With emotions hard to handle
and thoughts you can not hold
the pens, paint, and crayons
gave permission to be bold.
It’s in the flower
the first wild growth
when the snow became the meadow
and you began to roam.
The flower showed such patience
only growing if untouched…
Except by the same wind
that taught us both so much.
Amber, your creativity shines through in this poem and I can tell it has been a part of you since you were a child. While many of us either do not know how to express ourselves as children or are simply afraid to, your art gave you an outlet. Thank you for sharing your experience.
It’s been a long spell
When you were knee-high
Something on my noggin’
Reckon there’s something I ought to tell you
Sebastian, listen with open ears…
Where do I begin
Your sweetness and kindness
Ampleness soaked in benevolence
Wrapped in kindliness
Friendliness head-to-toe
Spreading like pollen essence; dog days reminiscent
Innocence embodied in adolescence
Family and friends alike
Not knowing what a stranger was
Welcome arms spread
So sweet
Curious and bewildered by the world
Grit and determination by the boatload
Many of hardships
Things clear like the open sea
Nicknamed “Bass”
Now they call us “Seabass”
A sweet child with a temper
Trouble was your middle name
Never backed down
Got a lot of dirty looks
Fist fights and bullies
Being half Korean and White is a blessin’
Not everyone saw it that way
Money wasn’t a priority
Content with less
Stress-free
A bright young buck
Forever intertwined and embedded in my soul
In my heart, you’ll always remain
All the same
Sebastian, this is a beautiful tribute to who you were as a child. It is great that you can look back at yourself and see the sweetness and kindness of your youth. Though life often changes and hardens us, there is still a glimmer of that innocence we had as children. Thank you for sharing your poetry.
Dear BamBam,
That name holds so much weight now that you’re an adult. Right now you don’t understand but you’ll bam through unfortunate hurdles that will hurt.
Let’s just say you’re not who you thought you’d be. But everything you’re enduring and hiding will make you stronger. Ugly is only a perception and you will be the most beautiful gal in the room. Your bams will represent power and the other bam will be love. It’s uphill but you dreams are at the top. You’ll inspire Bam Bam and be inspired along the way. Love always,
Future Amber
Amber, this letter you wrote to your younger self inspires me. Even though you had to jump through hurdles and deal with a lot of pain, it is obvious that you are stronger because of it. I love the nickname BamBam. It really embodies the drive and grit you possess. Thank you for sharing your experience!
I Remember when your dad
Used to dress you up in the American flag
You don’t know it yet,
But you’ll still do that when you’re older
I love all your silent prayers,
How you always knew God had His angels there
And when you were sad
You let your tears land on His shoulder
I admire your undying faith
The faith that everything will always be Ok
“There’s no other option,”
You still say that to this day
And I’ve tried to resurrect your simple ways
How faith in times of trial made you brave
And pen and paper became your saving grace
Hidden in a drawer,
The words you couldn’t say
As you laid your spirit out on a page
And we’re still doing it today
Amber, what a beautiful poem about your faith and how it has stayed with you into adulthood. For many of us, finding strength through God really is the only option. The simplicity of childhood is something many of us try to resurrect, but it can only really be a memory and inspiration to move forward. Thank you for inspiring me!
You’re the flowers that grow and the water that feeds them.
You’re a breath of fresh air, never deceiving.
You speak your mind freely, unafraid of judgments.
You’re authentic and your love is abundant.
You’re always around, the reason I’m sane.
You’re a protector, you heal me from pain.
You’re strong and courageous, you stand for truth.
You’re wise and mature even though you’re my youth.
Christina, the way you love your childhood self is an inspiration to me. The way you describe yourself is in such a pure and heartfelt way. I can tell that as an adult, you are strong, motivated, kind, and honest. Sometimes people see children as incapable, but your poem presents a child that was anything but! Thank you for sharing.
If you asked yourself what you love most about yourself, you’d have to search long and far for the answers and I’m afraid you may not ever find an answer. So instead I’ll ask the me today, what do I love most about you- I love how resilient you are. Your ability to keep living through the darkest times of your life. You were unseen and in the shadows, but you still showed up despite the overshadow. You seemed to have always known deep within that something would eventually change. Although minute after minute, day after day, month after month, year after year that shadow just appeared to get darker and darker. I love that you always had a voice and used it. That voice- it might’ve been snobby. In fact, the label you obtained along the way and eventually decided to own- ‘miss attitude’ was accurate, you had every reason to be exactly who you were. You used your voice the best way you knew how. I love that you found an outlet in writing, although along the way you lost your light due to extreme darkness. Writing is how I found my way back to you so trust me when I say that too is ok. The absence just made your heart grow fonder. I love that although you missed your daddy, you always had a deep knowing that one day you’d meet him again and that everything would eventually be ok. You subconsciously knew this, how did you know is still a tale to be told- BUT I LOVE THAT ABOUT YOU. I love how you love despite your pains, you fought to stay alive even in the moments you thought everyone would be better off without you. You fought the inner dialogue of negative thoughts that played in your mind like a playlist of your favorite songs. You still fought. You fought through being silent about being sexually abused in your most innocent years of life. You were 5 years old babydoll, how did you carry that for 20 years alone? You have no idea how proud of you I am because you not only fought that tough battle girl, you’re a heavy-weight champ. One day you have to tell the world how you made it through that battle alive. Your resilience is unbelievable, indescribable, untouchable, and most of all admirable. I’m proud of you for fighting through because just like you needed me, I needed you. I’ve only become who I am today because of you Karyll. Because of you, I am strong. I am resilient. I’m untouchable. Because of you, I believe in myself without the need for external validation. It’s actually because of you that I know what true unconditional love feels like. Because of you, I am the woman who would hold you so tight and never let you go. I’ve become that woman that would have protected you. I’ve become that woman who would be able to see you and hear your silence. I’ve become that woman who could love you despite your attitude. I became the woman who could love you- despite the dark grey clouds that created the darkest shadows over what should have been your most innocent years. Because of you, I am ‘really Karyll’. I thank you in ways that this lifetime could not extend to. I love you. I’m proud of you. You are beautiful. I love and adore your entire existence. Thank you for never giving up on us.
Karyll, I loved reading your words to your younger self. You inspire me to look back at my own self as a child and truly appreciate the best parts. It is beautiful that you are able to look back and realize just how strong you really are. Thank you for sharing such a personal part of your experience.
If someone told you they walked through the pits of hell for the first time at the rightful age of 4 would you believe them? An adolescent girl who’s first true memory is that of abuse, pain, and heartache. The masculine and feminine energy within her ran rampant. For she had never been taught self-love and balancing the energy within herself. She had been knocked down time and time again, even by herself yet she still picked herself up, dusted herself off, and marched on fearlessly. Dear little one who resides inside me, I love your willingness to love wholeheartedly even through all of your despair. Suffering was the common theme of many lifetimes but you decided this one would be different. Your playful nature ignites the fire into those who are afraid to dance and sing the songs of the universe. Your mere existence inspires those who see the light within you as that light also lives within them. Your heart transcends this reality in such a way that it can’t be denied. Never change who you are because you’re such a treasure to this world. One day your art will change the lives of others just as the art of others has changed yours. So express freely. Express boldly. Express even when you feel like you shouldn’t. Always remain effervescence and keep your beating heart filled with love.
Siearrah, this is a beautiful tribute to your childhood self. It brought tears to my eyes to read about your painful experiences at such a young age. I admire, however, the way you were able to keep a glimmer of life and happiness inside of yourself. I am happy that you are able to see what an inspiration you were and still are.
My heart feels the cusp of what simply was
Simple – that’s what it was.
The days were gone like the wind as soon as my body counted to 12.
Those memories of being young are so deeply sewn into my back pocket.
A little boy who saw the world for what it was.
A vast ocean of dreams.
Inheriting wide, wild eyes; a simple yet regal gift for the tactful of heart.
My kaleidoscope of essence shows a bright path of shapes full of color and endless possibilities.
Dancing to Music and living like Movies.
Creating scripts and sub plots to fight the urge to be mundane.
Imagination can be a seamless experience.
A tool given to those who really need it.
To think my biggest feat is by design a child’s invention- my inner child’s invention.
A world brought together through an adolescent’s view of a lifeless world.
Who am I if not the director of my own life?
My inner child creates the stroll to the coffee shop into a whimsical paradigm that enchants your every step as you progress closer to buying your gift wrapped coffee with cream and two sugars.
It’s a difference of mind over matter.
Life is worth living when your inner child makes beauty of madness.
To my younger self it was never about getting over the shadows of the world but rather learning to live with those shadows and see light intertwined in the chaos.
The idiosyncratic nature of the world.
Chris, this is a beautifully written poem. It is obvious that you are wise as an adult but also that you were wise as a child. Being able to see the “light intertwined with the chaos” is something that not everyone is able to do. Thank you for sharing your experience through this excellent poetry.
Your tears
Your aching woes
protected you from those
who would’ve seen your emotional regulation
as resistance to delegation.
You were born into degradation.
Segregation implemented in encores
due to the seemingly disempowered
state of your vulnerability.
We’re aware, sweet thing,
there wasn’t another way for you to be.
Your safety relied on the ignorance of others, and their belief
that your tears made you weak.
Or untrustworthy.
They didn’t know that this
bombardment of hopeless seeds
sown in doubtless soil
would bloom the brightest wildflowers.
They are all ours.
Offering sweet and sensory
Aromatic melodies
A safe place to land for the
honeybees and ladybugs.
My love,
have never once been stung.
Every year, these flowers bloom
in the fields of my mind.
New, curious seeds are planted alongside
the sapling we’ve nourished to maturity
in twenty-two years’ time.
The ground cover is soft and never dry,
even as the sun is bright,
nearly blinding the water from my sight.
Still, I cry.
You cry.
We sparkle with a smile,
like the sun coming out
from behind a storm cloud
leaving the rain to settle just for now.
Bekah, your poetry is powerful and inspirational. As I read your words, I imagine your tough and resilient younger self finding her way in life through her perseverance and grit. It is beautiful that you are able to acknowledge her strength as an adult. Thank you for sharing your experience.
I find it difficult to put into words how much I adore my younger self. As a child, I viewed the world as this beautiful place, where my imagination soared and I could live carefree. There was no pressure to be somebody. My heart was pure. My thoughts were pure. The world had barely left a mark on me.
My childhood took place in La Crosse, Wisconsin. Lush trees and bodies of water surrounded me. My inner child soured in this magical place. What I loved most about myself in this environment was how carefree I truly was. I specifically remember rolling down the hills in my neighborhood. Huge belly laughs coming out. The grass stains in my pants never came out, but the thrill made it all worth it. With that, I never truly cared about what people thought of me. I wore those stained pants proudly.
This goes into my next point. I was extremely connected. I knew what I wanted and was strong in my decision-making. I never questioned myself. I was tuned in. For instance, in the summer, children spend most of their time with their friends. Summer is all about the endless opportunities to play. But for me, I enjoyed being inside, with myself. Coloring alone was far more entertaining than with others. So, when my neighborhood friends came up to ask me to play, more often than not, I turned them down. I knew at the ripe age of 6 how to say no. And, I never thought twice. I didn’t worry about if I hurt their feelings or if I made the wrong choice. I stuck with it. This has been and always will be one of my greatest strengths.
As firm as I was, I also had an extremely kind heart. My motherly instincts were always present. For example, I would spend plenty of time around my cat, Sophie. I took care of her as if she was my baby. We spent many mornings out in the backyard together exploring. I consistently pet her and snuck her treats. She was family. Not only did I nurture, but I was empathetic. I was the type of child who bawled during sad movies because I felt all of the emotions. Because of how compassionate I was, I would treat others with love. I loved to share warm conversations that lit up the room. Through experience, my kindness grows stronger and stronger. And I hope to continue to spread as much light as I have.
All in all, being a child is one of the most beautiful and pure experiences. I had nothing holding me back and all of the time in the world to be my most pure self. It is a joy to look back at the memories. And cheers to the memories ahead!
Kenna, this is a lovely tribute to yourself as a child. Your childhood sounds idyllic and like it helped shape you into the strong and kind young woman you are. There is something beautiful about the carefree innocence of childhood that we all take for granted when we have it. Thank you for sharing such an inspirational letter.
I’ve been thinking about you lately,
Talking and laughing about memories you gave me,
The older you isn’t the same you see,
He misses you so bad it drives him crazy,
I know that being alone so long wasn’t easy,
And getting older shows how cold the cold shoulders can be,
Freezing.
But in that little fortress of solitude where they stored you,
You built something nobody saw coming,
You’ve astounded me with your creativity,
Given me ideas I’ll spend a lifetime realizing,
You have value unspoken and unspeakable,
The peaks in that gargantuan little head seem unreachable,
You’re everything I am and more than I could ever be,
I love you,
And this is love I extend to everything you give me,
I promise you,
I’ll tell your stories,
‘Till they’re written in the stars,
And when the stargazers peer into the beyond,
It won’t be me they see,
It’ll be you.
Alexis, your poem describes a child with the creativity and strength that is truly astounding. It is wonderful that you are able to look back on your experiences and see the best parts of yourself as a child. I can tell that you are just as creative as an adult as you were when you were younger. Thank you for sharing your words.
Hang in there, baby girl,
I know it’s dark,
and you’re alone and so afraid
but there’s a spark,
a hope for light and warmth,
a sense of purpose.
I see the strengths that
simmer ‘neath the surface.
I know you just feel different
but hold on tight
to that heightened sense of justice.
One day you’ll fight
not only for yourself
and the good you deserve
(yes, I know it will take time
but you’ll see your worth).
One day you will learn
the problem isn’t you.
It’s not your body,
nor your brain, nor anything you do.
You see, you’re neurospicy
hold on thirty more years
and you’ll find yourself at home
amongst neurodivergent peers,
and you’ll heal from all the trauma
and the lessons that you’ve learned
(and yes, I know the price was high,
I’ve seen the scars you’ll earn)
and you’ll become exactly
who you’re meant to be,
an advocate who champions
the beauty in diversity.
I know you’ll come to hate
when people compliment
your grit and your tenacity,
calling you resilient,
but the thing is that it’s true:
you’ve always had a way
of holding on and pushing through,
you don’t give in to pain,
and whilst I hope one day
you’ll learn to stop and rest,
learn to fill your own cup too,
for you deserve the best
(you’re worth joy and laughter,
your boundaries respected,
being loved the way you are,
celebrated and accepted)
I know the traits they now call faults
will stand you in good stead.
What’s now labeled aggressive
is just being direct.
Your lack of tact is honesty.
A bossy girl can lead.
Being opinionated means
that you’ll speak out when there’s a need.
I wish you didn’t fear
that you will never be enough.
I wish you didn’t question
if you’re worthy to be loved.
But one day you’ll look back
and see that all along,
you never were the problem
and don’t need to change to belong.
You’ll become the heroine
you wish would help you now,
you’ll fight for those who need one too,
you’ll enact change somehow.
You’ll sit with self compassion
and analyse your past,
and go back in your memories,
the storms you thought would last,
you’ll find yourself within
and you’ll embrace that inner child.
You’ll heal her with the love she needs,
you’ll watch her with a smile.
You’ll see her strengths and point them out
(she’ll struggle to believe you)
but you’ll just smile and hold her close
and say I hate to leave you,
knowing what you’re living through
and what is still to come,
but hold in there and know I’m proud
of who you will become.
Sarah, your poem to your childhood self leaves me speechless and empowered. Now that you are an adult and know that you are “neurospicy,” (I love the term, by the way!) I’m sure you can look back and count the ways in which the knowledge would have helped you as a child. It is beautiful that you are so proud of her and what she will become. Thank…read more
Morgan-Melissa, I love how much love you have for your childhood self! It truly is an inspiration to read about this kind of self-love. As children, we are so innocent and vulnerable to the world around us. It sounds like you were the kind of child who worked to stay true to herself. Thank you for sharing your experience.
To my inner child
Look at you so headstrong, gentle, and just a little wild
Your love is both deep and wise beyond years
Matched with passion of the firebrand and chaos of electric storms
This world tried to twist you and break your heart
Yet never did you strike back with hate or malicious intent even when falling apart.
Ever as the life tree in a storm your limbs bent but never broke entire
When the storms came, and break was expected, in resilience our girl became a phoenix a fire.
Burned her forest glen to ash as she sits amidst the devastation
The inner child looks about with magic in her eyes
Low and behold new growth she spies…
Then guides my hand to a seedling amidst the ash
As she giggles and whispers in answer to the question unsaid “help it grow”
Kala, your poem to your inner child is hauntingly beautiful. It seems like, as a child, you remained strong in the face of challenges. Even when the challenges threatened to break you, you rose above them. I’m sure that you are just as strong as an adult. Thank you for sharing your words.
Dearest part of me, Little Bee
Always buzz buzz buzzing free
So happy and willing to be seen
Contrast to this self-effacing she
Where I breathe weak
Your bravery roots deep
Down to the depths of our trauma
Remaining after all these days
The Flora to my Fauna
You’ve had to be our Mama
In so many different ways
And carry us through difficulty
While loving unconditionally
Dancing boldly to wind’s song
Even when I have cold feet
You’re strong like an old tree
Gently swaying me along
Or sheltering when I retreat
You taught us to hope and dream
With the joy of playing dress-up
Our closet overgrown with good luck
Everyday still buds a new costume
You are my soul in full bloom
Forever young but older and wise
Growing together side by side
Branching us out with you our guide
Undoubtedly Love you’ll always be
The single greatest part of me
Alyssa, I loved reading your sweet poem to your younger self. You began with a sweet and childlike image of a happy young girl and moved on to tell about all the challenges she would face. It seems like you still have a lot of this inner child within you. Thank you for sharing your poetry.
You’re going through a lot, dear inner child,
And so much around you looks so unclear,
The adults around you are drunk and wild,
You hide yourself away out of deep fear.
They’re raising you but they do not know you,
And they never will know you very well,
For now there is not much that you can do,
But hide in your mind away from that hell.
Your curiosity is your escape,
Your distraction from the dark world you see,
Tools and materials for your dreamscape,
You live to learn and it sets your soul free.
Many days you will barely want to wake,
But your curious mind gives you reasons,
You get yourself up for knowledge’s sake,
Your thirsty brain pushes you through seasons.
The kids at school are no kinder to you,
In everyone’s eyes you’re different and weird,
But curiosity drives all you do,
And it’s the reason you have persevered.
Curiosity is why you’re alive,
And while the world won’t show much love for you,
Someday it’ll be the reason you thrive,
And why some will appreciate what you do.
Your curious mind is armor to you,
It made you want to live and so we do,
It saved your life more than you ever knew,
It’s what I love the most about you too.
Tiffany, your poem represents a childhood that was not easy by any means, but that helped you transform into the strong human being you are today. I can tell through your kind words to your younger self that you are the kind of person who builds people up instead of bringing them down. Thank you for sharing!
Your roots have spread across me and I am sprouting stories filled with melancholy. A child’s sadness is ripe and sour. Your sensitivity warms my chest, my darling, what happened isn’t your fault.
When the sun finds my cheek I am reminded
of your rioted simplicity, of your warm eagerness
shadowed with fear. If I could hold you, I would.
If you could love you, you would. It’s okay.
It was never your fault but
Do you think you deserved it?
I no longer do. Still, the memory inside me is wrinkled by guilt. When the grass runs through my fingertips I see bits of you sprinkled in the green. Your naivety,
your love. It feels like nostalgia spun
up my ribs with your vines. It was never our fault but
I’d still love you if it were. If the sun went down and never came up if the breeze ran still and the world went quiet,
I imagine I’d feel you rise within me like a marigold, yellow and familiar like grandma’s house.
Your resilience.
I’ll always admire that. The dark quiet holes you have dug yourself out of—your persistence of life.
Indigo, your poem to your younger self is absolutely beautiful. I love how you forgive yourself for not being able to love yourself when you were younger, but also acknowledge just how much there was to love. Your words are powerful and remind me just how important self-love is.
How are you? I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. You know, reminiscing and stuff on the way things used to be. We had a lot of fun back then. I mean for real, we had a time! Lol… I miss you.
So hey, I’m sorry that things weren’t always the easiest and times got dark. One thing I learned as a grown-up, life be lifin. But you were always so strong and brave. Kids are resilient, they say. Your resilience was beautiful. In the ugliest of times, you always remained so sweet.
That’s what I love the most about you,
Your incredible soul.
So I wanted to let you know,
I’ve been doing the work and I’m coming to save you.
I… I mean, we have been healing.
And I just had to tell you that, it’s okay.
It’s okay to think for yourself.
It’s even okay to speak for yourself.
It’s okay to slow down and need a break.
It’s okay to take up space.
It’s okay to be misunderstood!
But it’s also okay to be loved.
I mean loved real good.
To be met with patience and warmth.
To be admired like a shining star.
Because you are.
You shouldn’t have to fight to be heard.
I know you never felt seen.
I’m sorry everybody seemed so mean.
You can be different, matter of fact you should!
That’s how we shake things up, in a way you never knew you could.
It’s okay to feel scared.
It’s actually okay to feel all of your feelings (who knew???).
But I hope you remember forever more,
That it is very okay to be the uniquely wonderful you.
Stay sweet girl.
Emoni, what a sweet letter. I am so glad that you are healing from the things you went through as a child. Little Emoni would be so happy to know that she grew up to be an amazing person with such a beautiful and positive mindset! Great work ♥
Healing the Younger Me/What I love about my younger self
It’s fun being a girl having the style that I like.
Having a flow that’s real smooth.
Having that bad, mad, sizzling, loving, tender, and smart attitude.
Having independence and confidence in yourself.
Being who you are and who you want to be.
Being strong, being independent, and at the same time being a lady.
It’s fun being who you want to be.
It’s fun doing what you want to do.
So be it, be who you want to be.
Do what you want to do.
Be everything that a girl is but as far as me I’m everything that a girl is because
everything that a girl is, is who I want to be!
Dear little Aalijah,
You wrote those words when you were ten.
Entering it into a competition; you had no idea that you’d win.
Yet the words flowed right from the heart.
You truly loved who God created you to be.
A Girl—unbeknownst to the light that shined within her brighter than a star.
A personality so sweet, yet spunky.
So creative, yet inspiring.
Talented, intelligent, beautiful, unique.
Funny, witty, joyful, genuine, always eager to learn, and optimistic.
You are everything you were meant to be.
What I love the most about you is that you were filled with so much love.
Love for God and church, love for your yourself, love for family, love for friends,
love for school, love for all things.
This love fueled your zeal for life.
No, you were not perfect. But what you are is a gift from God and a blessing.
No flaw, no challenge, no hardship could ever deter what Abba designed.
You are fearfully and wonderfully made.
Both the good and the bad were woven together to build you up just right-
All for God’s glory in which He purposed and aligned.
I know the passing of Grandma hurt you.
I know the neglect and rejection you went through.
I know the bullying you endured and the offense it made you feel—the wall you
put up and the tears you held in.
All of it had a part in taking away your love and zeal.
You were heartbroken. Feelings kept hidden. Pain buried deep.
You often felt misunderstood and didn’t know how to be.
I want to reassure you that God has always been there tending to you like a
Shepherd as it says in Psalms 23.
He is the God who sees. He has always seen you.
Little Lijah, our pain was not in vain but it was always meant to grow us gradually.
In writing this piece, my hope is that your love and zeal come back whole-
heartedly.
I pray to share in the zest and joy of life with you again.
This pain will no longer be a thorn or a hinderance.
But it will be a reminder of your little heart, once broken but soon mended.
What I love the most about you are your child-like innocence.
Your trust, your enthusiasm, and you simply being carefree.
Bigger me misses that from little you.
One of the attributes that seemed to be lost in between all the things.
Self-Consciousness & anxiety has often filled in where carefree should be.
Mistrust has placed trust in the back seat.
& often times sadness and depression has evaporated any ounce of enthusiasm—
making it hard to be joy filled & happy.
Although there have been life events that have tried taking the simple gifts away.
I want you to know it is still within you.
It may be buried deep but you carry it every day.
My prayer is with this poetic letter, you’d allow it to come out and that these
things would stay.
Little Aalijah, you are so deserving of all your heart has ever wanted.
You are special. You are loved, you are heard and seen.
You are wanted by God and you don’t have to be perfect.
You often were a perfectionist but with Abba He loves you for who He created
you to be.
That is truly all that matters—the approval of one & that is God’s alone.
You no longer have to people please.
You are chosen.
You are kept by The Father and in His heart, you are known.
His eyes are on you and His heart is for you.
He is enough.
You are enough.
Please let your heart believe.
Be confident again.
Believe again. Dream again. Be fully free!
Once again, when you were ten you said everything that a girl is, is who you want
to be.
Well the last thing I loved about you and still do is that you were everything a
girl is as little me.
But now more than ever you are everything that a woman, mother, lady, daughter of God and a princess is to be.
Please be healed and whole. Without limits, let our heart be fruitful, loving, carefree, and happy!
Aalijah, this is such a sweet letter. I’m so sorry for the loss of your grandma, as well as the other events that caused childhood to be a little rocky. I am so happy that you are working through these past pains and becoming a stronger and better person because of it. Little you would have loved to hear this ♥♥
His right eye twitching,
That side smile brimming,
His urge to compete is a hungry feeling,
To gain greater Knowledge,
Produce more Excellence,
And be of great Service.
Be it second or third fourth or sixth,
He was first once but I plead the fifth,
Strong and Steadfast, that sounds like a myth,
Strove for Integrity, what a giff,
I am proud of his Assiduity,
Just like that time at the spelling bee.
Standing up that stage felt like finding a master key,
Though it would take a millennium for a win.
The hunger was there, fighting and yearning to be free.
Sadly the good foods were present where the eyes could see.
Despite the new size and no picks at football,
He won more accolades and kept walking tall,
In Shakespeare, he’s Shy-of-luck (Shylock) of the Venetian Merchant,
Then as a Thai King (King & I) asking for a dance, “oh perchance!”
With a high school year always being in the middle,
‘Til the last year where he stopped being second fiddle.
Full of stories of day and a different outlook,
Someone told him to settle down and write a book,
With his love of movies with monsters and fighters,
He picked the pen and wrote a hero-themed tiger.
He turned a weakness into a great strength,
He hated poems but now look at his depth.
If I haven’t said it yet, but now in front of this crowd,
From the very bottom of my heart, I am very proud.
Nnamdi, I love this so much. Being a kid can be difficult sometimes, and I am so proud of you for staying strong and working through that hard time in your life. You are a better person because of it!! I love the line “He turned a weakness into a great strength” because this is a skill that some are unable to master! Looking at our lowest points…read more