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Alive


Are you proud of me?

I wanted so badly, to be, what you wanted me to be.

I've tried,

I've struggled,

I've fought,

And I've stumbled.

 

Am I proud of where I am today?

 

I'm here,

Take me for what I'm worth.

Bruised, yet still fighting on.

I've made my mistakes,

I've held onto hate,

I hope it's not too late for,

For you to say you're proud of me.

 

 

I wanted so badly, to be, what you wanted me to be.

I've tried, 

I've struggled,

I've fought,

And I've stumbled.

 

Am I proud of where I am today?

 

In the mirror, 

I stared,

Long and hard at myself.

And I admired the scars that marked my skin.

And I wiped, the tears that marked my face.

And I thought:

I am alive.

I am not proud. 

I am alive.

 

I may not be proud, 

But I am alive.

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I'm Jamar, an 18 year old with a passion for music.

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