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In my younger years

I use to come home my face in tears

Always told that I wasn’t good enough

I tried to keep tough

But they called my bluff

For I had no confidence

In feeling I was more than an inconvenience

Then I had a resolution

I wasn’t the problem but the solution

 I improved myself above their expectations

Which came with higher applications

I had pushed for understanding

And they started to consider me outstanding

I now wake up and look in the mirror

Knowing that this one thing is clear

I’m fearless, tearless

For I know

 that I had the power to let their words go

 

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