Still Moving Forward
This is not an apology,
I stand here for the world to see.
When life tried to hold me down, I got up off my knees.
The scars that I bear,
that you cannot see,
do not define me.
I wear them proudly on my sleeve,
like battle scars.
Proof that you can overcome adversity
and craniofacial anomalies.
Instead of breaking, I bent.
To school and work, I went.
Moving forward and pushing back,
I refuse to crack,
from the pressure of each setback.
Like a phoenix, I will rise.
This is my rallying cry.
This poem is about:
Me