i’m still here

I want the courage to follow through — to go after what I dream without freezing halfway.
To be here, really be here. In the moment. Loving what’s mine.

Yes, I’m tired. Of being stared at. Of being judged. Of the constant noise of others’ opinions.
Of trying to just walk down a street without feeling like a spectacle.

Even in New York, I felt it — not for being me, but for being brown.
Even in my own city, I feel it — from people who should understand, but don’t.

Everyone has opinions. Everyone projects.
Even I do it.
But what I won’t do anymore — is chase anyone who makes me feel small.
I don’t care if they come or go.
I don’t care if they “almost” loved me.

I’m here now.
Just doing my thing.
Doing what I love.
Keeping my eye on the prize.
And ignoring anyone who drains me.