Who am I?
Not who I was.
Not yet who I will be.
A girl formed by circumstance and influence,
By trauma and joy.
A woman made by blessings and decisions,
By grief and love.
How would I be different?
In another world.
In another time.
A girl victimized by cruelty and injustice,
By desperation and destitution.
A woman broken by persecution and abuse,
By sadness and hopelessness.
Where would that girl end up?
Where would that woman be?
It could be me.
Both were born with hope.
One lifted up.
One stamped down.
How will we treat them?
With love and help
Or judgment and hate.
Grit, Gratitude, and Grace 