Because I am my mother’s daughter, I have learned to extend myself; Make sure everyone is comfortable, Everyone but me. Because I am my father’s daughter, I am selfish; I

I found an unlikely foe in the mirror, Cruel judgments every time I showed it my face, It revealed not the boy I could become, But the shattered pieces of

Voices calling late at night, a shadow’s terror, The broken trust and the love so dear. A delight and thus a humble soul, A childhood is gone, a battle is

Happy faces plastered on the living room wall. Must be nice because I can’t relate at all. Y’all actually went to the studio and did that? Good luck to us

The smile of a man, Sometimes deceiving, Unable to tell when it is fake or real, A mindset I had at age 12. Dreams held in my arms, Seeking strength