Concrete raised me rough, but I learned to move clean through the noise
I’m growing
Every block tried to mark me, but I flipped the script, and kept my poise
I’m growing
I’ve seen nights that swallowed whole dreams
Left pockets and hearts empty
Still, I stitched my spirit tight, turned hunger into voice
I’m growing
People love the shine now, never the grind
Never the bruised‑knuckle climb
But the mirror knows the truth: I earned every inch of choice
I’m growing
I walk with a calm that comes from surviving storms nobody saw
My shadow stands taller now, carrying a different kind of noise
I’m growing
My path is a garden.
Wild, stubborn, undeniable and beautiful
Every step I take writes its own truth, recognize its own voice.
It’s forever ongoing
I’m growing!
Blessings and Love.

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