Like a dropped piece of paper on the ground
The one you decide doesn’t need to be picked up just now
That was me.
An entire family made it their life mission
To prove to me, and themselves
That I was worthless.
You just didn’t think it through
That maybe it’s not biology
Maybe it’s about love.
God told me he loved me first
Assured me he would never leave.
That people may come and go
But my heart would never grieve.
Then friends became my family
The brothers and sisters I lost.
Being born to the wrong two people
Couldn’t begin to tell you the cost.
It took the love of a great man
That I don’t have to worry about walking away.
He taught me that men that love you
Stay.
God told me there was a huge difference
Between myself and that piece of paper.
They tried to make me feel so small
“But there is no way we would let her.”
My tribe walks past you in earnest
As we head out the door.
One of them turns around to you
“Pick that piece of paper up off the floor.”
One of the most beautiful you have wrote. Seriously.
wow
Thanks!