Today I was pushed to the ground,
How did it happen? You might want to ask them.
A scratch on my skin through yesterdays pain, is now my signature
To tell my story and to tell them I am strong.
So if they think I'm damaged, I will still smile.
For in my mind I am unbroken.
I am the better person, so just wait,
Nice is an adjective and its my soul.
By all means praise Me, but remember I'm humble.
You may see a lump of brown skin but,
My skin is my own and I'm content.
Everything everything is a canvas, painted with acrilic, and so am I.
I am my own success. and no one can't take that away from me. If they try that is fine by me. Lets see them try.