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Me, Myself, and I


The product of two worlds, joined together in love, once without identity and lacking purpose. Having hard feelings against the ones who brought me here because I felt like who I was made me less. Less then a child of God. Less than a human being. I felt beneath all others like I didn’t mean a thing. But I finally realized that it didn’t matter what they said. It didn’t matter what they felt. I am who I am and I accept that. I learned to accept myself. My life was created for a purpose and I will fulfill it until the end of time. No one will stop my journey because I am me, myself, and I.
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