I stand in the truth of who I am.
Not hidden.
Not diminished.
Not waiting for permission.
I am the one who decides how I am seen.
I am the one who names what is mine.
I am the one who protects the child I was
and honors the woman I have become.
My voice is not a danger.
My brilliance is not a threat.
My difference is not a liability.
My clarity is not a crime.
I release the old laws written in fear.
I release the silence that was forced on me.
I release the belief that visibility brings harm.
I release the weight that never belonged to me.
I claim the ground beneath my feet.
I claim the space my body occupies.
I claim the gifts that move through me.
I claim the right to be witnessed without punishment.
I am not four years old anymore.
I am not trapped in someone else’s story.
I am not responsible for the comfort of systems that cannot hold my truth.
I move at the pace my body trusts.
I rise in the timing that is mine.
I speak in the voice that has always been waiting.
I create from the fire that never went out.
I am sovereign.
I am whole.
I am here by my own choosing.
And I will not make myself small to be safe.
My visibility is not a threat.
It is a declaration.
I am the author of my becoming.
I am the keeper of my truth.
I am the one who decides what happens next.