My Parents

I am so thankful for having amazing parents. My parents never tried to morph me or fit me into who they thought that I should be. They embraced me for who I was and did everything they could to where I could authentically express myself.

Throughout the years, people have tried to tell me who I am. People have projected who they are on me rather than face themselves. They have tried to tell me who I am, like someone forming a gollum from clay (the mythology of gollums is really neat, i’d suggest reading up on it…).

Because I have a strong understanding of who I am this would never really work. What would happen is that I would turn the tables…”they chose the wrong person to mess with,” —my father occasionally says.

Most of the time the projections that people hurl at me, roll off my back like water on a duck. I am nobody’s Waterboy. I will not carry the baggage that other people refuse to carry for themselves.

I think my parents with all my heart for raising someone who doesn’t take shit from anybody and is indomitable. I am so happy that I have my parents. They guided me and helped create the strong woman that I am.

Relevant poem:

INVICTUS

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

By: WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY