There are dreams in my eyes that hold you. Even with the moon and the stars, I would still look at you. On the hard days, I hope you remember what you mean to me. You are magic the world failed to see. You are my dream come true.
Even when the blood in my veins is the same as them, every cell in my body is against becoming like them. What a curse it is to hate the very thing that birth you.
The first step towards healing is reflection. From reflection comes awareness, and from awareness we must move towards acceptance. From acceptance, we can take action. And in action comes healing.
