If you’re a true revolutionary, your name won’t be safe in everyone’s mouth. Your beauty will not be held sacred in the eye of every beholder.
External acceptance may forever find it’s place on the mile just ahead of you.
This is why it’s important to love and respect yourself at the level you reserve for those you adore most. Yes, I know you’ve made mistakes and you don’t feel qualified. (I’ve made them myself, many, many times.)
People who dry tears, repair rifts, and sow change in the soil of this earth aren’t remotely perfect, fearless, popular, or praised by everyone in charge. They are people who dare to let their hearts out to play again and again, defying the fear that their tender insides will be met with thrown rocks instead of a smile.
They dare to walk hand in hand with Truth in an hour when that union is met with disgust and angry calls for shame.
Those people gift the beholder the chance to look eye to eye and say, with great relief and tears, “Yes. Me too.”
That is one heck of a gift.
For Toye, Alyssa, and my fellow DreamBuilders.