Powerful

At the young age of eight I felt the definition of hate I thought my porcelain skin was disgusting And my belly was busting Driven to tears Because being ugly was what I feared Growing up and seeing the effect of drugs People thinking my brother was a no good thug It seemed his poor choices people made me pay And their comments made my pain stay How they had to watch and judge me It was due to his poor choices I couldn’t be free Feeling like I’ve grown up and matured too soon Almost eighteen and feeling like an old prune I’ve witnessed a lot of death within a few years And have burnt my beautiful eyes with many tears But despite what I’ve been told My life will not be on hold For the control of others I no will stand to be smothered You can’t knock this gal off her pedestal My courage alone is celestial My strength envied My confidence is admired my many My life may not have always been beautiful But the one thing it always will be is powerful