Story of My Life

You don't know my story, you just know my name.

So dont even try to play me, you can't even phase. sway me, dont even try to shake me.

I'm not the kinda a girl you can swirl, with "this is my favorite gir" type of whirl when me and you both know we live in two different worlds.

I had to fight for what i believe in, you was just told.

So don't even act like you know, what it's like to be me.

I've been raped.

Lied to.

Left to die plenty of times.

But see it was God who dried my eyes, not you.

I hear people say, i'll never let my past control my future but it already does.

The events that happened in your past made you who you are today.

Blessed.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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