Torn between love and peace,
good and bad, hate and war,
this is what they made of me,
could they tear and forsake me anymore?
My mind has always been mine,
forced views, night time dreads,
hollowed out this girl in time,
raise my glass as my life begins and yours ends.
Im a fighter, a soul surviour,
a mother and my worlds protector
Great poem. Let me be what I am..not what they try to make me..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem and i understand every word 'she' is hurting and you want to help just a little bit well i know that the girl this poem is about would feel so much better when shes read this great poem huni xxx