A favorite poem written by me...
Unrecognized reflection stared back at me.
It looked like an erosion of who I should be.
Bags under my eyes, tired and weary-
Who is this girl –anxious and teary?
Fighting the authentic whom the world won’t accept-
Fighting the ‘me’ – whom my family rejects.
But I can’t change, I won’t change – God’s creation I am.
I refuse to give up because of my fam!
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