The day I was born I began my walk.
Each second I grew wiser and stronger. I am growing stronger each day.
Each tear I shed. Each smile I smile.
My struggle began the first day I felt my mother's fist, then heard her laugh. Such a painful joke. Still I grew, stronger.
Each birthday, wow a day older. Still, wiser I grew, feeling stronger, with both parents painful blows.
Each and every cut-down, mistake. "Stupid little slut." Each fist, my painful father's sexual thrust. Still stronger I grew.
My days, years in school. All 12. Graduating, growing yet older and wiser. Bullied by students and teacher's alike. "You'll never amount to anything." Hit, made fun of, thrown in the trash cans. Still stronger I grew.
Only if someone knew!
Maybe some compassion would be shown was my only desire.
Still I grew stronger.
Each tear shed. Each fist dodged. Still stronger I have grown.
Now perfected, the art of faking a smile to hide my pain. Faking a hard heart to hide my soft heart. The older I grow the more love I have for myself. The inner peace and strength I make within.
I am a survivor and nothing life can throw my way will ever get me down and kill me.
I've worked hard and I fought for my life, though sometimes alone.
Now knowing I was never truly alone, I have myself, and I know someone truly loves me!