I Am

November 6, 2015

I was happy, carefree and loved to laugh

a big grin plastered on my face as i skipped along the path

nothing could stop me from feeling like i was a queen

until a few years later when i became a teen

I was a lost puppy, with no one to guide me

Stuck in a pit of our childish society

everyone was a bully, picking on my clothes and hair

it felt like i was being stabbed by needles everywhere

i was choked by their insults, drowning in their words

and i couldnt ignore the things that i heard

i tried listen to myself but i could always hear the rest

the ones that brain washed me to feel like i wasnt the best

i was afraid that id never feel like i was good enough

scared to show affection, terrified of showing love

it felt like i was in the cold, with no blanket or sweater

and i prayed that God would take me out this terrible weather

then i was forced to fight a battle against one of my tormentors

and now that i look back, i know it made me better

it helped me be strong and stand up for myself

it helped me love me and not need anyones elses help

now i am a bigger dog, never quivering at the sight of others

never letting my feet get stepped on by those of another

im stronger, im powerful, and im standing steady

so that if i ever have to defend anything again, im always ready

i am comfortably cuddled into the soles of my feet

and ive learned to help others who may be in need

giving food for the homeless, a shoulder to cry on for the weak

showing understand and compassion for those who were once like me

i am helpful, always giving advice and making new friends

one who shows endless affection and whose heart never bends

whenever given the chance, i give a helping hand

and i encourage people to see the positive side again

i am confident in my skin and sturdy with my voice

and i no longer hear the shouting and the noise

its all blocked out, like shades block the sun

they tried to take me down, but in the end i won

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