Young girl out for revenge, they all believe that.
But people believe what they want to.
They wish to know my limit, my edge.
everytime I step into the mat.
I fight for my life.
I don't fight for pride.
I grew to learn hatred.
I am not a young girl out for revenge.
I am just a young girl out for the people who though they could own me, for the people who believe they could keep me down.
Has it been my skin colour, or maybe my dark hair.
But I do not understand why my cuture has been potraied as criminals, rapists, and even drug lords.
As a young kid I was told to go back to where I was born.
To jump over the border.
How has society built this barrier agaisnt cultures.
How has society portraut o skin colour to be less the others.
How does one person have to strenght to look at a youg innocet kid. and tell them "Go back to where your from."
I am very ugly
so don't try to convice me that
I am a beautiful person
Because at the end of the day
I hate myself in every single way
And I'm not going to lie to myself by saying
There is beauty inside me that matters
So rest assure I will remind myself
That I am a worthless, terrible persom.
And nothing you will say wull make me believe that
I still deserve love
Because No matter what
I am not good enough to be loved
And I am not in a position to believe that
Beauty does exist within me
Because when ever I look in the mirror I always think
Am I as ugly as people say?
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The great unknown future whom we eagerly rely on
There is this desire that lays deep within her mind to escape.
To run away to an unknown future.
To carve a new path
to start a new life
to create a new adventure
to go somewhere where no one knows her.
It's always there, just beneath her skin, through her veins a shudder on her bones.
to neve look back
always within grasp
To never go back.
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