You lie on your bed
Thinking, dreaming, imagining
The life you want to have
The things you want to do
The person you want to be.
Then a thought creeps in,
Disturbing your fantasy
Reminding you of your reality
Who your parents are
Where you are
What you have
Your weaknesses and your non-existent strengths.
Like a soap bubble that hits a wall
You snap out of the dreams
How will they ever be?
You are just ordinary.
You see that lady in the newspaper?
The one they are celebrating,
She used to wonder too, just like you.
You see that man that sounds so eloquent?
The one who stops a room when he walks in,
He didn’t know his dad and he moved towns a few times too many.
So you see my dear,
It’s not about your pedigree or your degree
It’s not about how much you have or how much you don’t have
It’s about who you are.
I know you are scared,
But don’t be.
I know you don’t want to tell
For fear of being laughed at
But you can tell me your dreams
I can make them come alive.
“They’re ridiculous! “, you say,
” Where will I even start from?”, you ask,
“Relax. “, I say,” I’ve got you. “.
” No matter where you are from, your dreams are valid. ” – Lupita Nyongo’o
Now to Him Who, by (in consequence of) the [action of His] power that is at work within us, is able to [carry out His purpose and] do superabundantly, far over and above all that we [dare] ask or think [infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, hopes, or dreams]–
Ephesians 3:20 AMP