I know that I’m a great person.
I love me. I’m a pretty dope soul.
But special is something I’ve never
been called or been able to
identify with until now and
I don’t know how to explain the way
I feel when you say it with such conviction.
It’s like you’re taking the wings I forgot I had, gently spreading them wide,
and encouraging me to fly.
“Butterflies don’t know the color of their wings, but human eyes know how beautiful it is. Likewise, you don’t know how good you are, but others can see that you are special.” -Unknown