Who Am I? #NoFilter

Who Am I?

A question I ask my self as I look in the mirror.

Sitting here trying to figure out if the answer would become any clearer.

To you I am just a person standing on a stage.

Trynna ,make a rhyme tight, so it can flow like a wave.

But, if you listen you might find out I got a lot to say.

You see, to him, I was just another phase,

Another toy in his toy box that he would later throw away.

To my mother I was a neglector, someone who would eventually leave.

So she turned to a man who treated her like a slave.

Day and night she would cry to me, not knowing that all she did was push me away.

A motherless child is was I eventually became.

To my father I was just another crutch.

Something to lean on after he was finished throwing up his guts.

After clinging to that bottle I was the last thing on his mind.

Til the bars closed behind him, waiting for the judge to give him time.

It wasn't until then that I became, 'Daddy's little angel'.

But by then, I had started looking at men from a whole nother angle.

My heart bleeds out to those fatherless children,

Becasue that's what I became once daddy made that decision.

As I say in the mirror thinking; the answer to question became much clearer.

I am bold and beautiful, in every single way.

I will move mountain, hurdles, and anyone or anything that stands in my way.

I am more that what on the outside, my inner beauty it glows.

Been through hell and high water but, still my exceptionality shows.

I am not what you think of me, I am what the mirror shows.

I am me, with no excuses, my life, my show!