
I will no longer apologize for…
the depth of my feelings, the sensitivity of my soul, the depth of my thought, nor impulses I can’t control.
I will no longer apologize if….
you can’t understand the emotional demands that give life to this restless writers’ hands.
I will no longer apologize because….
I think too much, but I am sorry that you don’t think enough.
I will no longer apologize to…
make up for the insignificance you feel when I reveal the depth of my spiritual reel.
The word inappropriate and awkward are not allowed in my vocabulary. They’re for the small minded of the world’s most contrary. All my life I’ve heard how I’m not like the rest. Thank God! I say that I dare to be my best. I will not forfeit the concoction that makes me the non-replicable E.A.B.
I’m an imperfect person and that’s harder for me to accept that you. So I’ll be rendering myself compassion, “Please don’t mind if I do.” Here’s a tipped hat to you madam and mister for taking time to read. I hope you’re sorry no longer either, for you’re sure to be wonderful indeed!
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