Young lady,
Hold your head up high.
If you haven't been thought how,
Teach yourself now.
You are beautiful. You are you.
Your purpose may not be known.
Your path may not be like hers.
But you are alive.
Grab that shovel.
Dig yourself the path you want.
Pave it with confidence and honesty.
And leave no dead bodies in your trail.
Only dead dreams that weren't yours.
-Gabriella Ross
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Diversity (Poetry)✔
PoetryOriginal poetry made to make you feel. Read every word with great meaning, you'll get it. I wrote this hoping some day I'll publish and maybe someone will finally gain the courage to create themselves, a cluster of words to break and shape hearts t...
