Forget my skin, forget my look

Let go of my scars, look past my weakness

Answer my question of who I truly am

What am I to you? What am I to me?

Life has made me a survivor, I am strength defined

Endless assaults only hardened my skin

Secrets, lies, and truth only sharpened my mind

Survivor is what I am, there is no shame in that

I have not defined myself with regrets

The choices I have made are my lessons

I am what I am, the perfect version of me

In the end, only God can make me better.