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The arena shifts,

from heart's quiet chamber

a different fight each day.

I hear how does an individual that has so much respect lose all of respect and continues to be disrespected

Authenticity, a fragile shield, was strong

tempted to be traded for ease,

for fitting in, for climbing fast.

But the echo of your own voice,

a constant, nagging guide, he's this hes that

reminds you: stay true. Givzah fuck ( yelling) " what is it"

Resistance isn't always loud,

a shout in the face of injustice.

Sometimes it's the quiet refusal

to compromise your values,

a whispered "no"

to a tempting shortcut.

Professional walls rise,

glass ceilings, brick barriers,

the invisible weight of expectation.

Personal battles rage alongside,

a war waged with self-doubt, never

a struggle for self-acceptance. Never

Preparation, not just in skills,

but in spirit, in knowing

your own boundaries, your own strengths.

Each setback, a stumble,

a chance to rise stronger,

to learn the uneven terrain.

The destination shimmers,

a distant promise, a siren song.

But the path itself,

a winding road of lessons,

Turns to silence with in

friendships forged in fire,

of self-discovery in the ashes.

Growth, the quiet miracle,

the expanding of your heart,

the deepening of your soul.

Not just achieving, but becoming,

a richer, wiser, more resilient you. (Maintain)

The fight is against others, (needless to blame)

but against the shadows within, (never)

the voices that whisper surrender. (Never)

The journey matters,

the sweat, the tears, the laughter,

the small victories, the quiet moments

of knowing you stood your ground,

you stayed true, you grew.

Authenticity, not a shield,

am here, am real, am genuine