Listening to the sounds of my body
No longer muting what I believe is discouraging
But letting God tell me what I need.
As I spread my wings to the golden sun
No more tears, blood, pain, or silence.
I will shout to the world,
“I am me, and this is who I’ve become.”
Scars will become beauty marks
Inspiration of where I’ve been and
What it took to be me.
You will now understand that my perfect skin comes from within.
From my hair follicles down to my toes
He lifts me up above the highest mountain top
With the wind as my melody
I will listen, shout, and tell the world.
Time won’t run out like the sand of an hour glass
My body will no longer go silent
and my journey will unveil.