You think you know who I am.
What I do. What I represent.
I see the way you look at me.
You don’t think I see you?
But you don’t know me.
Let me repeat: You. Don’t. Know. Me.
Where I’ve been.
What I’ve done.
What I do every. damn. day.
How hard I fight.
How hard I work.
Clawing my way to where I am now.
Despite what people might have said.
Despite what people might have thought.
So your thoughts?
That I can’t. That I won’t. That I’ll never make it.
I could give a shit.
Go ahead.
Underestimate me.
Make your assumptions.
Put me in that box of yours.
And I’ll kick down those sides.
Push me down.
And I’ll stand up and dig in.
I don’t wilt. I don’t fade away.
It’s going to take more than your noise.
But you know what I love?
That you just don’t know.
I have one thing to share.
My battle cry. My anthem.
Every time you think I can’t
I say, with quiet confidence--
Try me.
I don’t need you to believe in me.
I believe in myself--
Try me.
I’ve fought that inner voice for too long.
I don’t have time to listen to yours.
I’m too busy becoming better.
You don’t believe me?
Try me.