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July 20, 2013

Scars are all that you can see

The imperfections of what I can't be

My outward appearances create your views

Of me, leading to all sorts of abuse

Because I'm not the same?

Because you think I'm to blame, For my differences from you?

But that's the choice that you choose

You don't see my potential

All that I could be

You just see what you want

Or what you think it all means

You don't get that I have dreams

Dreams that exceed imagination

Or plans for the future

Where I will help build a nation

It will be one that loves without discrimination

One that accepts without condemnation

But you can't see my heart or my heart's desires

Because you only see my appearance and the sweat I perspire

But I assure you that if you looked hard enough, possibly

What you will actually be seeing is just me

The me that hopes

The me that lives

The me that loves

The me that gives

The me that cries

The me that cares

The me that needs

The me that dares

Look past what I seem to be outside

Put all judging thoughts aside

And see what hides underneath

The me that I want you to see

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