Softness.

To be fair, pliable, influenced.

To give love, comfort, compassion.

To never say no.

To always say yes.

Maybe I was never meant to be soft.

From the cracks that I grew out of,

from the violence I’ve endured,

some turn to gentle silence and graceful gestures.

But I’m not meant for it.

I’m meant to be loud.

Meant to be proud.

Meant to be loved.

Meant to be opinionated.

And maybe I’m not soft, but my heart is.

When my heart is full,

I love so deeply,

you’d think my heart is an ocean.

With a soft heart and a strong mind,

that’s who I am.