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I've never meant to appear as prideful,
growing up in a loving family.
Youngest, the baby, who always felt loved,
as a giving child filled with charity.
And that's how I've tried to be all my life,
to not bray or hope, expecting in kind.
Yet times have I seen & recognized when
I've overstepped personal policy.
What do I mean when I say it that way?
It means that I know who I really am,
that I'm not as you think, full of myself.
I need to stay grounded, and eye to eye,
'cause I wasn't raised to be otherwise.
I'm not over, or under, anyone
and neither are they no matter what's said.
I welcome the true ones to come visit,
to remind me, and I too, remind them.
I don't need to make up a comfort zone;
I'll do without pride thank you very much.
growing up in a loving family.
Youngest, the baby, who always felt loved,
as a giving child filled with charity.
And that's how I've tried to be all my life,
to not bray or hope, expecting in kind.
Yet times have I seen & recognized when
I've overstepped personal policy.
What do I mean when I say it that way?
It means that I know who I really am,
that I'm not as you think, full of myself.
I need to stay grounded, and eye to eye,
'cause I wasn't raised to be otherwise.
I'm not over, or under, anyone
and neither are they no matter what's said.
I welcome the true ones to come visit,
to remind me, and I too, remind them.
I don't need to make up a comfort zone;
I'll do without pride thank you very much.
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