What is she?

She walks through her life taking credit she doesn’t deserve, 

Wearing a crown she didn’t earn. 

Holy sayings and scripture, 

Her mind must’ve slipped her. 

A mother is a protector, 

Does she know that was not her? 

Keep the crown, 

But you didn’t bring me up only down. 

You only cared about two of us three, 

When will you see? 

You will never own up to what you are, 

 You are just another person that left a scar. 

You showed me you are everything I aspire not to be,  

My strength is what set me free. 

                  - Danielle Martinez 



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