Take this as an ode to the wounded, to the downtrodden, to the one who feels overwhelmed and pressed. (Inspired by Sam Obafemi of SOBCA)
• First I recognize that some of my wounds were inflicted by strangers. However, I hate to admit that many more of the scars I bear are from the ones who professed to love me.
• Then again, I submit to the truth that I have hurt others too. For this I am deeply sorry.
• Now I know that the adage: “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”, does not hold much truth.
• Recently I realized that you may not be able to control what is said to you, but you sure can control what you hear and interpret.
• I commit to being conscious of the narrative I accept. I no longer accept disempowering words.
• I stand with the many who are wounded and say: I forgive you, I forgive me, I forgive us. The slate is wiped clean. A new dawn is upon us.
• Find your ‘family’ or solitary place. Know your haven. Discover yourself. Build your core.