I was born to break the mold.

Dear Alicia Keys.

Your song underdog inspired this poem.
I am sure you have lots of people —
Inspired by your work.
Sending you songs and poems.

And maybe I am just one of the lot.

I just connected a lot with your song.
I cried, I connected to that spirit in the music
I am a mother-student-doctor
that you wrote about.
And I sobbed as your song
“randomly” came on during
my gym training session.

I am also a writer, amateur — sure.
And I wrote this:

Not for you, or to you —
But in ode to, your incredible song.
That moved me — and isn’t the the point?

Of being a singer/songwriter?
Don’t you want to hear from the flocks that attracted your song into their life and heard that little spirit speak to them too?

I hope one day, you might read this.
And even if you don’t.
Thank you for helping me verbalize my fears.
And to verbalize my strength —
I was born to break the mold.

Those little voices in my head
that I didn’t stop; reflected onto the physical realm
and continued to haunt me there.
They both said, “you won’t make it.”

They said I’d never make it —

Theysaidtheysaidtheysaid
Theysaidtheysaidtheysaid
Theysaidtheysaidtheysaid

I did have a lot of reason
Of why I thought I’d fail
I too had doubts.

Big doubts, small doubts, little doubts
Andanymotherfuckingsizedoubtsyouneed.

I continuously dig deep,
Withoutceasing.

I dug deep,
I sank within,
I conjured up,
Daily.

I told them,
Yes, I have a ton of vulnerabilities
And supposed weaknesses —

I told them,
It is with those obstacles,
That I build launch pads

Honey, baby, sweetie-pie to you, sir.
I was born to break the mold.
I was born to be free.

I was born with a primal seed hidden inside.

Dig deep, you were too.

Xoxo

During my run this little paragraph came out as well. And I just wanted to share it. I thought it was good, perhaps may need refining. But the elements of feels are all there. I truly love the symbolism.

The shadow emerges before the sun. The eagles shadow flew above the roof top with spread wings. The eagle flew, in America — during the pandemic. I saw the shadow first, as I looked up. There. I again saw the eagle in all his glory. His back to the sun; he shown in all his goodness and greatness. The eagle — flew on Easter during my morning run. Telling me to Rise up. I too, saw my shadow first.

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Also, I am really new here. There’s been a lot of hype about switching platforms? Will I lose my work on the hive? I really love it here on steemit, or I guess I did — when there was actually a community?

I feel like I just woke up one day and everything changed?