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.