A little poem..

I was told.

I was told I wasn’t a dancer,

I was told I wasn’t smart,

I was told I was a dreamer

and only very good at art.

I was told I was too little,

I was told I wasn’t brave,

I was told I wasn’t good enough,

and I started to slowly cave.

But now I’ve changed the ears that listen,

and taken back my narrative.

It’s only true if we believe it,

and now I chose,

how I live.

By a.king.

yoga blogAmanda King