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Who am I?


 

I am …..

Broken.

By the strong reigns that peer pressure pulls towards me.

Constantly fighting the battle of not being lonely

No real father in my life honestly it’s not by choice

It’s like I don’t have a voice

Speaking on the Father I think he changed me

Truth is I wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t sing

No more trying to take my life

Which was God-given by our lord Jesus Christ

“I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well.” Psalms 139:14

 Taught by a friend I love so dearly Molly

Not Mali as in drugs I stay away

Never wanted my life turn into something like that one day

Pieced.

Together by the one only

God

I say now I’m no longer lonely

Fierce with the passion given unto me by the lord

Filled with his spirit and his grace

That’s how I became the woman I am today

 

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