I see
As i sit by the tree,
violence is all I see,
what I see is a scared little girl,
not sure if she's living or dreaming in a crazy world,
i see I see someone not as pretty as me,
but to tell you the truth your not as pretty as Ruth,
but it doesn't matter what lies on the outside,
its about how people view your beautiful insides without lies,
but I tell you I see,
what you are really meant to be,
and what you are really meant to be,
is all up to your words and action but also your distraction,
because you will always be what you prove to me and what I see.
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