Honestly, this one is for my ladies and gentlemen out there who are their own motivators because I don’t think they get enough credit.
I’m talking about my ladies and gents who even when they are constantly being shot at, they continue to march.
For my people who don’t get the recognition they deserve, who don’t get appreciated but still have the heart to appreciate.
For those people who don’t get noticed but are brave every day.
For those ones who are afraid but don’t let fear cripple them.
The ones that get out of bed everyday and even though they carry the weight of the world on their shoulder, they smile because it’ll be one less thing for someone else to worry about.
The ones that have been stabbed in the heart many times, been disappointed many more but still have the courage to love.
For those who have been bruised, broken and beaten but every time they get up, dust themselves up and keep going.
The ones that are proud of their battle scars.
For my girls and guys who don’t walk into the room expecting heads to turn, because they understand that sweetest fruits are tougher to see, and hardest to reach.
For those who make no apologies about who they are. Who have started a storm inside of them. Who look at their skin and smile because it reminds them that they are alive, and to be alive is assurance enough.
For those ones who have dined with pain, who have dealt with disaster, who have danced with the fire and dribbled with terror but still laugh.
The ones that have accepted themselves for the complicated, awkward, graceless, strange, beautiful mess that they are.
There is beauty in your strength.
There is grace in your fight.
For that, you are glorious.