Monday morning poem

I play in the skies,

i sleep on the clouds,

I soak up the sunshine,

I heal with the sound,

Never is there a point in trying to bring me down,

You told me i was wrong when i turned out to be right,

You said i wouldn’t make it as i was running to the finish line,

You thought that i was weak until you became defeated,

A loser you always been and will always remain,

Iam a chosen one i was chosen to heel my own pain,

Chosen to be a goddess among those who claim,

Claim to be the better option when there the demon playing games,

Chosen ones you must shun—the phonys must never remain,

Only thing i left behind was a slap in the face,

It was never even sended,

It was already verified,

They lost the fight,

Now the chosens ones remain on this planet to elevate lives!!! 💚🔥