I’m surrounded by walls.
Cornered by constraint.
Forced into the places you put me.
Squeezed into safe shapes. Shoved into polished packages. Sheltered from the power of my own determination.
You ask me to aspire but then you question my ambition. You tell me to explain, instead of teaching me to explore.
You want me to feel but then you suffocate my senses. Bury me with should’s and can’t’s and supposed to’s….
Drown me in the ordinary.
You tell me to stand for something, but the ceiling you made for me is too low. The space you assigned to me is too small. How can I rise up when your ungreat expectations keep me down?
The roof over my head is leaking with limitations. The cover above me was locked by foreign fingers.
The windows to my world are blacked out by what you want me to be.
Why do you need to define me?
Why is it necessary for you to sum me up in one sentence?
What is it about my potential that scares you?
I will no longer be held hostage by your near-sighted vision.
I will not be imprisoned by YOUR comfort zone. I will not be locked up by YOUR fears… Your lack of imagination and absence of articulation will no longer limit my long overdue manifestation…
My destiny is now firmly in my hands.
So stop trying to put me and peg me and pin me… your palms move too slow and my faith grows too fast.
I don’t have perfectly square edges. And I can’t fit inside anyone else’s box. My passions are too wild to be tamed. My dreams are too big for any cage.
My belief is too reckless to stay within the lines.
When you define me, you confine me.
My power is in my lack of definition. I am whatever I want to be…
No limits, no borders, no boundaries. Always open, ever evolving.
I can BE anything.
And for me… anything is possible.