It is ironichow much loveI gave out cause'I didn't give much to myself.
Everyone always saysyou can't love anyone else until you learn tolove yourself first...
I was 10 when I startedto understand the laughs,sorry my tongue collidestwo countries when I speak.
I was 12 when I startedto hear the gossip"Yuck she smells like Indian Curry"sorry for the herbs and spices within me.
I was 15 when I foundmy only father figure anda role model was diagnosedwith Cancer, and boom at that momentlife felt like a burning candle.
I began repeatedly questioningwhat is my purpose?who am I? why me?
I was told by my grandmaI am a lotus flowerI had the potential to bloom out of the mud and become something beautiful.
Now I stand before Godwith a reminder to myself that every beautiful soulhas a consequence
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