Chronicles Of A Conscious Millennial Poem by Leena Amwaalwa

Don't belittle me, get to know me first.
I'm no saint, but I know I have a good heart.
Don't look down on people, not even at their shoes.
I may have a small head but I'm not dull.
I may have a small body but I'm not hungry.
I may not own accumulated wealth but I know I'm rich.
I win some just as I lose others.
I believe everyone is talented, unique and beautiful in their own way.
Your opinion matters, just like everyone else's.
It may be painful, it may be gradual but it will eventually pay off.
Treating people according to their social standing equals digging your own grave.
Black to you can be white to someone else and vise versa.
I whole-heartedly stand against body-shaming, character assassination and shenanigans alike.
I am not alone, and so are you.
My strengths tower over my weaknesses.
I believe respect is a democracy, not a one-party state.
Be kind, be humble but stand your ground. You owe yourself that much.
Don't take people for granted, they might not wake up tomorrow.
They see a charity case, I see a just cause.
You see, I am an unquenchable fire. I am an industrious gladiator.
I have a course to run, I have a race to win. I'm starting here, I'm starting now.
Don't underestimate people, you'll be surprised.
Blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make yours shine any brighter.
Avoid being the source of people's sorrow.
People, irrespective of their vast differences, matter.
Your current obstacle doesn't mean you're done. Your recent victory doesn't mean you've arrived.