I am
From the innocent slate we are born,
From the wombs of mothers we are torn,
I was brought into this world by fire and scorn.
For I am but a mere girl,
Simple in her own words this may be
But a flower blossoming is thee.
From the mountains climbed
And the river swam
Not only have I won but aced this exam.
I am... I am...
I am at peace with myself.
I am the light within the dark
And the dark within the light.
I am.... I am....
I am the daughter that weeps at night
The sister that hates to fight.
I am the lone star that will shine forever bright.