I refuse to accept what I get is all that I deserve. That having desires for something different or scarily unorthodox is devaluing your upbringing. I refuse to accept that I was raised to be content with what I am given because that is what I deserve.
More than I was allotted
A lot more than I was spared
More passion for all that I stopped aspiring for
More patience to wait for the right time
More care for the traumas still haunt me
More conversations for all the time we have lost
More wisdom to unlearn what I was taught
More power to break the boundaries that confine my soul
More discipline to become who I truly am
More love even if it hurts.
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 
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