Luck, Hope, and Faith

i am not going to be the most intellectually stimulating person you ever meet. and chances are that my opinions often come of as arrogance and a stubborn disposition. but honestly i'm not so different than... o just about everyone. no one ever grows up wanting to make the mistakes that they make in life. i know i sure didn't but in the last few years i have noticed that the mistakes we make are really the thing that shapes who we are. so really instead of being ashamed of the things that we have done we should focus on the way we recovered, the grace we used to handle it, and our determination to not be repeat offenders. not gonna lie.... it's hard to hold your head high amongst the whispers, the ppl who refuse to see past your actions, and of course those little nagging thoughts in the back of your mind. you know the ones.... the ones that tell you that because of this or that you're not good enough to exist among the masses. open your eyes. the masses? the ones that look at you like your scum.... the ones that see you as unfit to be productive to society.... the self righteous, hypocritical, gods gift to earth masses.... i realised that the ppl that i had wanted so bad to accept me.... they're not worth the two seconds it takes to care. and to be perfectly honest it feels good to have that sudden sense of empowerment. i am a 24 yr old single mother.... who would do anything for my friends and family.... i give spare change to the homeless.... i donate when i can to the animal shelter.... i volunteer when i can.... i work hard to make sure that my son is taken care of..... i'm ambitious and strong. i love stronger and faster than i should. i give way to many ppl second chances. and even though on the outside i seem like the care free spirit that i wish was on the inside. i'm really just broken. like everyone else. but being broken is beautiful, it's poetic, and ironic. and it's a fact of life. own it. because we're all moving through this world.... because of a little bit of luck, a little bit of hope.... and more often than not a whole lot of borrowed faith.