I am...
I am not my parents dreams that they force onto me
I do not have to live up or down to my parents legacy
I do not and will not give dreams for yours
I will not let you drag me down so you look like a good father
I will be there for my brothers the way I wished you where there for me
I will not let myself wither away because you have withered away
I will not let myself become someone my kids will look down upon me and feel bad because I messed up not only my life but theres
I will not run and hide even though my anxiety tells me to
I will confront the demons I dread head on and tell the truth
I will go and protest for what I believe in even though it is confrontation
I will go and show the world who I can be
I will develop and grow as a person
I am Zoe, I am a child, I am a naive young women, I am a feminist, I am a dreamer, I am a hypocrite, I am moody, I am an forever learning student and explorer of the world.
I am a student of life for now this is what I am and what I will do.
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