Who I am to you?
My favorite colors are black and blue
What people see me on the outside
Never would know I use to be a bride
I use to be a victim of abuse
But now I refuse
I survive it for so many years
Wasted so many tears
I have a beautiful daughter
Now she is left without a father
Can you believe he didnt want her
Everythihng she seen will be a blur
My favorite shape is a heart
And thats is just the start
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