
I felt see-through
transparent all of my life
never valued for what I was.
I was their mirror
seen in projections
that was my silent identity.
Mother saw me as virtuous Mary
because of a Sunday School play
but I was randomly picked not chosen
the first girl refused and I didn’t
that how I got the role.
But all my mother saw
was a halo of goodness
on my ordinary face.
I was never an angel
but they never listened
as if I wasn’t there
made out of air
a malleable shape to costume.
The best gift you can give
is the respect of choice.
*Let everyone decide and define
who they are and what they prefer.
Give the gift of freedom.
*(within morals, not hurting anyone of course)🙏
An important message I can strongly relate to, but within a personal story so beautifully, briefly and poetically told. 🙏💖🌷
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Thank you, Nadine❣️ sorry for the slow response I can’t seem to see my comments until later 😟. I appreciate your compliment🤗❤️🙏🌷
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