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When oh when
How oh how
Hopelessness, hostility and darkness 
Seems to be everywhere
Challenges trying to choke 
my dreams and aspirations
I hear it banging in my head
Making me want to give up and go my way

But then, when it seems I have been forgotten
I hear that sweet sounding voice
That quite, still but reassuring voice
That voice that makes me want to sing again
That voice that makes me dwell some more
Saying to me
I mean the inner me
There is hope for the living
It will get better
It is getting better
Don't give up
Look from where you are coming
Look how far you've gone
Look at the glory ahead
You can't give up
Not now, not after all you've been through

Remain focus
Keep moving
Keep pushing
Keep going
You can make it
You can get it
Keep pressing
Don't give up, not now
There is light

I see light
Oh bright light at the end of the tunnel
Then I say to Me
I am coming out stronger
I am coming out better
I am coming out wiser
It's a new beginning
New strength
New hope
I am charged to push on
I am charged to move on
To make a difference
It's a New Day!

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I struggled for too long Being who I wasn’t Fitting  my circle into other people's 
perfect squares -- into all their
expectations for me Their perception was all that mattered What they will see and say Their standard for success and achievement
I showed up acting who I wasn’t Like a dancing monkey under obligations to perform magic To gain their recognition and affirmations for being who I wasn’t Against being Me
I broke the chains and gained freedom the day I stopped looking at myself through other people’s lenses because I discovered people wore lenses tinted and shaded to suit them not Me
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Housed in a container Moved in it Identified by its aesthetics But sometimes lost in it Who exactly am I the container or the content
Sometimes I try so hard to figure exactly what it is about this combo Sometimes complicating other times compelling sometimes conflicting other times cooperating
Influenced by the countless conversations with  the inner and the  outer the seen and the unseen the known and the unknown Then I discover It goes beyond this container there is something about content
As adorned as this container maybe embellished with so much beauty the content remains the substance that give it credibility Beyond the container that interacts is the content that keeps the flow is the content that leaves  memorable impacts
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