A Diamond in the rough
Unique and one of a kind
Maybe you don't see ME
Or you just choose to ignore ME
What is tantamount and important
IS THAT I SEE ME
I am RARE
UNIQUE
One of a kind
The only one
Perfected in the image of my maker
After I was molded
The typecast was reset
In splendor, I shine
Don't try to break me
Remake, ameliorate or reshape me
In futility you strive to redefine me
Make me who you think that I should be
In essence you demand of me to become you
Excuse me, but first pull the beam from your eye
Improve the YOU
I will improve the ME
But in my way, my time
I was born a diamond in the rough
Perfectly poised to become the GOD me
One with time and universe...BECOME...
Who do I think that I am you ask
"I am a child of the universe
No less than the trees and the stars
I have a right to be here
And whether or not it is clear to you"
My universe is what I demand it to be
What I will shape it to be
I do not need anyone's permission
I shall write my own story
Been writing it since I was conceived
And so I sing...cause I don't need you to...
"Set me free and let me fly
Like a bluebird flying high
Release the chains that bind
Come on and set me free"
And so I EXHALE
IN FREEDOM
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Quotations from Desiderata by Max Ehrmann, and song Set Me free by Joe Tex
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