In a country where only one child is allowed,
Is where I am born.
In a country where freedom is common,
Is where I am raised.
Throughout my years, I moved place to place.
From the beautiful Canyon to the humid Glades,
From thundering hurricanes to freezing blizzards.
Life is not easy
Bullying changed into crimes
Love turned into hatred
Naivety blossomed into knowledge
Gone is the girl with hatred in her heart
Gone is the girl who believed in everyone
Gone is the girl who hid
Gone is the girl who wanted to die
For what was learned, needs to be put to use
Loving those who need and want love
Helping those who need and want help
Comforting those who need and want comfort
Encouraging those who need and want encouragement
Listening to those who need and want someone to listen
This is where I'm from
This is who I am.
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lovely such a positive note, simple words strung together in a flowery bouquet... experience and life's vagaries indeed change nice liked