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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