Battle Me Because

May 15, 2013

I stand utterly bruised, not defeated, just bruised. I've come into battle with the conflict of words, the conflict of unjust actions, and recently in war with you. I've taken your arrows, your bombs, and your nuclear weapons to. And somehow I’ve managed to still stand mostly on my own. I've built my own safe house, created from courage, created from my past pains. And I’m ready to keep taking you on, for I feel no ounce of fear from you.

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My Name is Amina. Simple, Plain, and Different. I've been walking the Earth a total of 20 years. I don't know everything. I never follow fashion trends. I tend to instead set my own. People usually have dumb misconceptions of me. I'm generally nice, and only mean when I have to be. I don't follow everybody's expectations of me. I pretty much fail at pleasing people. I am no where near perfect. But for me that's okay. Being un perfect makes me who I am. I make mistakes everyday, but I learn from them. I love to meet new people. People just generally interest me. As long as you give me respect, you'll get it.

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