I am who I am
I wasn’t born for your opinion’s that isn’t needed
My beauty lines and ancestor lines
My sarcastic smiles and flexible body parts
My world of Queendom power
All defeated
You say I couldn’t fit in sista
But guess what?
I was born to stand out like the cinnamon in my morning oatmeal
The unique clothing and hair I wear
I salute hatefulness and deceitfulness with my cat eye
I was born to make changes
Hell
To be the game changer in my generation
To make changes of the world that’s divided in a nation of hate
Call me a misfit
Because I hold the piece of the puzzle that will never fit your dreams
Your opinions of what you think about me
Judging me just like the world has already done
Yep I’m done being looked at like some psychotic rat experiment
Trying to figure out what I am
Who I am
What I’m made of
My DNA clearly states that I am made up of the dark melanin of my skin
The boss ways of my independent articulate ways
The sarcastic personality of my guards that stay high up like I am on my throne
I’m made up of God’s power and fierce demeanor to be different and not follow the world of cruelty and mishaps
I am that missing piece of the puzzle that isn’t meant to fit
Guess what?
I was always born to stand out!
~Lyrical Passion
