My Weakness... or is it?
Everyone has a weakness
Even if some don’t admit it,
I’m here to share my story
Starting with a young misfit.
I’m different from others
And in a very unique way,
Born with a clubfoot and forever short
To my family’s complete and utter dismay.
I’m a failure at sports
I’m not very pretty,
But I’ve done remarkable stuff
So I don’t need anyone’s pity.
I’m not a failure or disappointment
For my weakness is not a weakness,
It knocks me down but I get back up
Now I am stronger for showing uniqueness.
So yes my weakness is my weakness
But at the same time it is not,
It helps me and makes me grow stronger
And is helping me give life a shot.
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