No longer do I wait for crumbs and hand-me-downs
the castoff rejections of those who pick and choose
with privileged hands and eyes
no longer do I stand at the back of the line
envious of those who dare to step forward
To be seen for who I am
and not the one I am presumed to be
to be heard above the din and clutter
of sameness and conformity
This is my call
my beckon
this is the celebration of the dazzle of daybreak in me
