My soul was born an unspoken curse.

Feeling of never being able to show itself,

Hiding in the shadows of my own mind

Never wanting to come out.

I never really felt like I fit in, 

As if I was a rose in a field of daisies.

But in time, my soul started to grow.

Grow from a small drop of an April shower

Into a beautiful May flower.

I found out love is a fragile flower opening to

The warmth of spring.

Allowing others to see it’s beauty not giving a care 

In the world.

My soul started to shine in the light of truth,

Realizing it didn’t matter what others think

Or say to you.

What mattered is what you think of yourself 

And let it shine through All of the hate and violence

Around the world.

My soul was not, and never will be, an unspoken curse.

My soul was born a bright blessing.