You can’t point to a moment, an hour, or a day,
‘This is where it happened. It broke me’.
Because you, you were a fighter,
And it was never just a moment.
It was all those hours you spent crying.
It was all those nights you couldn’t sleep.
It was all those days that cut your heart open enough,
For your words to make art.
You were a fighter, wounded, fighting with yourself.
And in that moment, all you broke were your chains.
You deserve the sun, and the stars and let no one
Tell you otherwise.
You deserve to be wild and free,
To fly and to dream.
You deserve to live, and not exist.
Be brave! Be strong!
You have yet to kiss the world.
You have yet to change lives.
And you have yet to live for yourself.
Because you are a fighter, and now you fight for yourself.