To my doubters: Allow my silence To uphold everything You believe true about me. Let my every failure Marinade the food Of the scraps you tried to force feed me. Let every obstacle I battled Inject your brittle bones with calcium. Know this: You are gasoline to my engine, Lost rabbit to turtle; I was always moving. I passed you when you least expected it. I still made it to the finish line. ~Written By: Virgenal Owens
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