Beam by jusTIzz

Mount with grace,

life’s beam.

Backflip into the unknown,

weightless,

strong.

Once wooden, now suede

your season’s arrived,

durable,

firm.

Balance, an act of triumph

is identifying limitations,

finding voice,

owning your worth.

It isn’t over there

it’s here, stand firm.

Stand in humble confidence

unconcealed...

Balance weights of scrutiny

of isolation

and grief.

Twirl in freedom,

leap bounds.

Balance the Gini coefficient of hierarchy,

of injustice,

the stale diffusion of “isms”...

balance.

Be the Simone of your journey

Refuse insecure anxiety

disbelief,

rise early,

leave late,

be last,

be first...

Forget the dimensions,

walk,

strut,

sway your way.

But be wary of the bulls-eye

of awareness, of honestly

Evaluating your underperformance,

imperfect, introspective

and ok.

Ignore other beams,

kill with kindness,

share gladness,

beam your way.

Brave the abyss of expectation,

remember your ends

your legs,

strength.

Beam bright,

strategize,

beam selfless,

unapologetic

and just...

beam.