What major historical events do you remember?
the time i changed.
I’m not shrinking anymore.
Not folding myself to fit
the quiet corners
where I used to disappear.
This new stretch of road—
it’s mine.
Not paved by approval,
not softened by compromise.
I’ve stopped settling.
Stopped trading my fire
for someone else’s comfort.
Stopped calling scraps
a feast.
I’m not last in line.
Not the afterthought.
Not the echo.
I’m the voice now.
The pulse.
The one who shifts the ground
just by standing in it.
I’m becoming
what I was always meant to be—
not perfect,
but precise.
Not loud,
but unshakable.
This is the era
where I stop asking
and start claiming.
Where truth isn’t a whisper
but a blade I carry
with grace.
I’m the one
who changes everything.

4 responses to “Becoming”
Great writing!
Thank you Deenie. Very much.
The strength in this!
Thank you Iba