One Year That Felt Like 20
This year
The most distasteful year
With each passing day
It felt as if nothing would rise
I had marred skin
from my own knife
I distrusted my family
They didn't know what was right
And then I met my God
Who showed me the way
He healed my skin
And told me to stay
And I realized
This world needed me
And if I grew up to see a better day
The light would shine brighter
And the scars wouldn't feel so dark
The people would be kinder
And I could actually make a mark
For I never saw
Lincoln
Or the Women's Movements
But I see in this day today
That the sun shines brighter
Then what the world may portray.
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