I rise with the quiet strength of dawn’s golden light,
radiating the beauty of my own growth
I have no ties to the echoes of judgment
or the burdens of a world that wishes to dim my brilliance
I am a garden, thriving beyond the reach of hands that do not understand me, flourishing boldly in the sun’s empowering embrace
I tread where no footprints have touched the earth,
where the wind whispers only my name
The journey is mine—wild, winding, untamed,
etched in the ink of my own wisdom,
rooted in the essence of my certainty
I stand strong against voices that fail to recognize my light
I do not retreat from those who cannot see me
I am the eternal essence of spring,
radiant in the richness of my own grace,
overflowing with the nectar of unyielding truth
To live within the pulse of my moment,
to breathe without apology,
to honor the temple of my vessel,
is the sexiest, most sacred thing I could ever do
No demand will shape me, no rule will bind me—
I am the bloom that will not be tamed
I am grace-made flesh,
a luminous force,
a fire that flowers in its own divine way—
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