Me, Myself, and I
The product of two worlds, joined together in love,
once without identity and lacking purpose.
Having hard feelings against the ones who brought me here
because I felt like who I was made me less.
Less then a child of God.
Less than a human being.
I felt beneath all others
like I didn’t mean a thing.
But I finally realized that it didn’t matter what they said.
It didn’t matter what they felt.
I am who I am and I accept that.
I learned to accept myself.
My life was created for a purpose
and I will fulfill it until the end of time.
No one will stop my journey
because I am me, myself, and I.
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