Those who denied me kindness actually gave me something more valuable:
My self-love!
The same force that is in the light of the sun and in every particle of the universe is also in me.
My art is a reflection of who I am:
Perfect and imperfect, creator and creature, human and divine.
What defines me is not the subtlety of my kindness, nor the virtue of my patience, nor the tolerance of my anger, but the nature of my existence.
My most beautiful symphony was composed in the fury of the storm.
My love poems were written in the silence and solitude of each word.
My presence and resilience are lights that inspire this world, like flowers in a dark garden.
I am who I am!
Nothing and no one can change this.
This is my prologue!
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