What if I told you I was a lion?
At first glance
would you truly believe me?
would you challenge me to roar
just to prove what I already know?
What if I was ever told I was a snail,
would it make me any less a lion?
Imagine if I was always told to crawl,
narrow my eyes down, and play small.
What if I knew I was a lion,
but everyone treated me
like I was a snail?
What if over time
I started to believe it myself?
Imagine the tragedy of being a lion,
knowing one was a lion,
but allowed oneself
to be convinced
that it was a snail.