No More 'Smalling Up' of Me
Jean WilsonNo More 'Smalling Up' of Me No more meekly saying yes when my heart is screaming no No more taming of my feelings so my power won't show No more hiding my exuberance from disapproving eyes No more watering down myself so my spirit won't rise No more 'smalling up' of me pretending I'm not here No more running from the music and the spotlight's glare No more living in this prison barricaded by my fears No more turning and retreating in the face of new frontiers. Even as I am speaking I am taking shape and form harnessing my powers like a gathering storm There's no obstacle so bold as to dare stand in my way I am taking back my life and I am doing it today.
Reprinted from No More 'Smalling Up' of Me, published by Ian Randle Publishers, Kingston, Jamaica, by permission of the author,
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