Where developmental stages cascade into adolescence. 

It molds our countries, comunities, and our families.

Our values, transform our future. 


Transformation isn't always pretty. 

In pain, there's beauty.

In losing the ones that helped us grow along the way, there is heartache. 

Sometimes, it feels as though we have no control in what we transform into. 

That we will become of our parents and our future

Predestined. That is only true if you believe it. 


Influential leaders refute predestination as they do not believe 

their family, sex, race, or religion will define them.

They transform their futures by their ideals and belief in oneself. 

In order to transform, we need to believe we can withstand the storm. 

just believe in the process and watch your dreams go from imaginary to reality. 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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