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It took many years for me to love me 
For rich or for poor the body keeps the score.

Society is always on the go no time to be still, 
no time to chill, we are expected to go with the flow
To be authentic, eccentric quirky, society resents this
 to be different in society’s eyes is a no.

Present in the present everything must be fast no time to be slow.

It took many years for me to love me the way the I in the word individual   
Deserves to be loved.

Society has a way of making one feel trapped and detached.

For all the math equations, anxiety frustrations the I in this individual	
Has gone through	 subliminal it has took many years to find out that the 
I in this individual	never needed to fit in. Because I all ready fit within
The F and the T in between the word FIT.

For the love Individual I deserves is the IT in the word FIT.

The I in the individual already exists in the word LIFT
As the I begins the journey	of elevation.


It took many years for me to love me the way the I 
Deserved to be loved by a better half as if part of me was missing.

Half a man stumbling through life unsure about his place in the 
World that places labels upon your existence  twisting and breaking 
You down expecting you to stand with a smile when life calls from an UNKNOWN NUMBER 
the voice message reads “You better not frown”. 

Don’t show your broken places, fractures or fragments. 
This society’s systems can slow you down watch you drown and remain stagnant.

It took many years for me to love me 
As if the I in individual was broken. 

But the greatest love story I ever lived
Wasn't written in sonnets.
It was whispered in my bathroom mirror
At 3 AM when I finally said,
"I see you. I hear you. You matter."

The greatest love story started
When I stopped apologizing
For taking up space,
For laughing too loud,
For crying too hard,
For being too much
Or not enough
For anyone else's comfort.

This body has carried me through heartbreak,
These hands have created magic,
This mind has survived storms
That would have leveled cities.
These scars are not failures;
They are proof that I fought
And I'm still here.

I learned to fill my cup with kindness towards the boy I used to be
Now, when I love her, it over flows as we come together scars and all
on this journey called GROW.
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