From the dust whence I came,
From the clot of blood that formed me,
From the gene, the very DNA I carry,
Rising through the dust,
Working my way out of the valley,
Defying the odds
Writing my own story.
I grew up.
Conforming was never a consideration,
Finding my own path and wanting to be different, always,
Fuelled me.
My drive, my passion, my tenacity.
Words could not change me,
Disappointments could not break me,
I grew up through it all.
The goal is to be legendary,
Reaching heights my ancestors could not reach.
Knowing that I come as one but I carry the vision of legions.
To be an inspiration to an army of dreamers who have no one believing in them.
So I am still growing,
Still learning,
Still soaring.
Mountains high and valleys low,
Whatever my lot, I will stand my ground.
The dust from whence I came,
I am not the same.
I grew up.
This is my story.
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