no room

I often fear my god-given gifts and hopes will be wasted

that I won’t make time to actualize the dreams I’ve created

nervous that the man I want to love my heart and mind

will decide that my looks are not worth his find

concerned that I will be hesitant to gain complete trust

thinking my self-sufficent and independent nature is a must

as these things crowd my mind and start to take hold

I become more aware that they will never fit the mold

I’m reminded there is no room for that in the woman I will become

for she is so brave and so bright regardless of what she came from