Tribe, use your talent, use your voice, world peace

Going Public

Still looking for my tribe
Three years old inside
Was I ever really safe enough to leave your side?
Now I sit alone
Surrounded by my loves.
Am I just a fool?
Is that what they will see?
A pariah to be avoided.
I was taught to hide
My shame
My flaws
My weakness
Little Miss Perfect, born of pride.
That’s what I mean when I say, “my tribe.”
Do you see me?
Can you feel me?
Are you willing to be touched
On a heart level?
To be known
To be seen?
Or, are you like me?

Still hiding?


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