Permission

Where do you get off not knowing who you are, how can you explain the dignity that I hear and see when you speak? Who gave you the opportunity to even walk with your head held high and to not care what anyone say and do to you. I mean, you have the nerve to be un bother… Who done went and told you that you can even shine bright like a diamond and to For you walk around here letting people know that you exist. Where did you say your name was, and who even care to know you, yet be around you? That smile of you is bright, that glow around you draws too much attention and when you talk, you talk with such confidence and your voice is calm and for sure. So I ask you again, who gave you the permission? Who gave you the green light to get up after all the falls you had and the mistake you made? You walk like you are not chain with ashamed and condemnation after abuse of life lesson, where oh where did get the opportunity to arise above all else, who told you will succeed? Come and tell those people so they can also be free...so I ask you again, where did you get off getting up dancing n shouting the victory…who gave you permission to even think you can be me