They say you can do anything
you set your mind to; then they ask you
what you want to be when you grow up.
When you answer them,
the thorns begin to show.
I told them I would be a priest;
they said I wasn’t man enough.
I told them teacher, journalist;
they said my skin was way too thin,
that I could not hold the attention of…
I grew into my too-thin skin
while they were looking the other way.
I told them I would be a priest;
my weaknesses became the tender spots
where who I am bleeds through to what I do.
over the water 
Love this. You are an inspiration
Thanks, Jennifer.
So often, when I need inspiration, I click on the link that takes me to this blog. Thanks for this.
That’s a real compliment! Thanks Roger.