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Me


I'm not the strongest

And I see it now

I've given up so much to be perfect

To be powerful

To be sure

When all that I ever had to do

Was be me

I'm clumsy

I'm tall

I walk

I fall

I am proud

But inferior

No color

To match my interior

Unique

Unmarked

Light

And dark

I am always in between

Of the places I should be

I run and won't stop

I'm competing for the top

Eventually, I realize

That no one can take my spot

God chooses the deserving

Fate chooses who is right

Engaging in battles I've already won

Because the lesson lies in the fight

But I sit here and I think

That I am okay to be free

All along, I've been trying to be perfect

When I just have to be me

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