“I refuse to be strong for them, for I’m allowing myself to embrace my weak.”

How unfortunate that we tend to miss the ones who leave but neglect the ones who stay.

She just wants to understand what it feels like to be herself again.

Fear lives in the mind of doubt. Courage lives in the minds of those who dream.

Find beauty in my scars. For I’m a walking gallery of several masterpieces.

They silenced her tongue, for they feared how sharp it might cut them.

I am suffocated by the arms, I once called home.

In my quiet is when the voices in my head get the loudest.

Within me lies an abundance of love that your ego was too blind to see.

Perfection is what I craved, from a far from perfect world.

All burdens are gifted heavy, but through you runs a abundance of strength strong enough to carry it.

My skin will continue to carry your memories, even if my mind wants to forget.

There is strength in breaking and becoming.

Beauty now lies behind some of the deepest of scars where pain once called home.

There is magic in shattering, for the most beautiful masterpieces are made from broken glass.

They ask me what it is to be a woman, as if I have to explain what it is to be a human.

I’ve seen far too many people lose their chance, waiting for others to catch up.

I was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest.

Invisible threads are the strongest ties.

I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong.

It is a good thing to be rich and strong, but it is a better thing to be loved.

To be black was to be the beneficiary of a great inheritance, a special destiny, glorious burdens that only we were strong enough to bear.

Every couple needs to argue now and then. Just to prove that the relationship is strong enough to survive.

Those who create are rare; those who cannot are numerous. Therefore, the latter are stronger.

I’m a passionate individual, and sometimes when I have strong feelings about a subject, I feel the need to express myself.