I've fed the mouths that cursed my name,
Wiped tears from eyes that brought me shame.
I've lifted those who let me fall,
Gave love to hearts that gave me gall.
I've offered help with nothing gained,
Stood by through storms, endured the strain.
I've been the light when none would stay,
Still gave my best, come break of day.
They called me crazy, maybe so—
But I won't sink to hatred's low.
I'll rise above, I'll stand, I'll be
The soul I swore I'd always see.
Life throws its punches, sharp and wild,
But I remain the gentle child.
Through every bruise, through every test,
I hold my truth within my chest.
So let them talk, let shadows play—
I'll walk my path, I'll find my way.
For through the noise and all they see,
I'll still be here… just being me.
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