I am baffled to think you are defined by the colour of your skin
In this life, it doesn't even matter sometimes who is your kin
Your life is never dependent on what other people think
If you don't do something, you go down, faster as you rose you will sink
Everything in life happens within a flash sometimes, even a blink
You might get buddied up even with the assurance of a link
Let them urge you on with every cheer and motivating wink
If you can't look inward and show your worth, you'd be left pink
Most people ask those who get favoured the more by life
Some think it's even by finding someone to call a wife
Forgetting that life is tricky as you would always find someone holding the knife
To your neck, to your back, to your side even without necessarily having a strife
Life can be funny, confusing, demanding but rewarding
Take the focus off what people might do or won't do
Run your race and never forget that your self worth is in who you are

I know a lot of people look to you as though you are fragile

They push you hard sometimes to see if you are agile
They think life is about you running on a single mile
They should hold on, they would read your victories in a massive file
Never doubt your strength because it goes deeper than the river Nile
There is no problem if you keep hanging in there for a while
You shouldn't be an easy person, easy to be affected by the opinions of others
Pick your battles, learn to pick your fights but don't forget each lesson
Life would deal with you in its ways and differently too
You will shed tears, scream and feel down too
Many people would doubt your abilities and even your strength
I believe you would lose people along the way too whether you like it or not
Your worth isn't tied to those who left or those who doubted you
Let everyone kick you down but never forget that it's your choice to stay down
Life would try to bury you but life has forgotten you are a seed, so, germinate
It's not an easy life but trust me, your strength is a good match, dig deep
Life is not for the fainthearted and we have to keep fighting

This post also appeared here and it's my original work on my blog on [Read.Cash](https://read.cash/@Olasquare/not-for-the-fainthearted-76b87af1).

Thank you for your time.

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