Black & White
Things are never just Black & White.
For me, things were more Black & Blue
It wasn't a pretty sight.
But I always knew I would pull through.
To feel alone in a room full of people,
to scream and to not be heard.
At times it could be peaceful,
but still things were blurred.
I've learned to love who I have become,
to be proud and confident with myself.
I've started to beat to the beat of my own drum,
because no one can judge me besides the good Lord, himself.
Now regardless,
to me I'm FLAWLESS!
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