People always mistook my strength for permission to choose my path. They pointed toward roads they wanted me to travel, never realizing I had already walked through fire, fallen, scarred my knees, and risen stronger every time. I know who I am, where I'm going, and what I deserve. I refuse to settle for less. Those who believe in my journey will walk beside me; the rest can watch me become everything they doubted. Then you appeared—not to lead me, but to stand beside me. A strong woman deserves a strong man, and in you I found my equal, my peace, my greatest supporter. I no longer ask the world for approval because my soul already knows its destination. The crow reminds me to keep flying.
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Slam poetry by Lucyalia
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