Born From Fire

They threw
fire at me.
Thought I'd melt.
I didn’t.
I burned brighter.

They pushed
stones in my path.
Thought I’d fall.
I climbed
and crushed
every one.

Pressure
was never my enemy.
It was my fuel.

Every hardship
a brick
in the wall
they didn’t know
I was building
behind my silence.

They laughed.
They doubted.
They forgot
gold is tested
in flames.

I wasn’t born
to quit.
I was born
to survive storms
and come back
leading them.

You see this strength?
It wasn’t gifted.
It was earned
with scars,
with tears,
with silence
nobody noticed.

So when they say,
“You’ve changed,”
I smile.
Because I did.
I had to.
To live,
to rise,
to stay unshaken.

This isn’t ego.
It’s evolution.
And I’m not done.