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Here's a story in a different pace

Three years ago when I was thirteen

Everyone cursed me as the girl of the Asian race

Now lets imagine the mean kids in the scene

They hated me and were cruel because of what I am

They were all the lions as I was the lamb



Every morning I woke up to the rising sun

Every night I'd remind myself of that hell

Every day those bastards just poked fun

At me until the tears began to swell

My looks my mingling self esteem was nothing

The bruises my tears all of it sting



They said kids are cruel and I felt it first hand

It hurts so much that I wanted to escape

I couldn't anyways so I just had to stand

There and take it til my soul was a hopeless shape

I was no one at all just that Asian Girl

Ununique like some dull little pearl



They mocked me and humiliated me and not even cared

Like they gave a shit cuz where was I to belong?

As if they're reach out even when I was scared

Fuck no! They set fire to my hair black and long

Laughed at it as my eyes again teared

Again all I knew is that nobody cared



Today I am stronger than then. Not weak, not small

No stupid at all! Cuz back then did they give a damn

About me? Fuck no! They just put me in a wall

As they are the lion and I again, The Lamb

Those bastards can die for all I've been through

I took it all as we aged and grew

But like a pheonix, in the flames is where I emerge from

My heart is warmed by a fire and never again numb



3/26/09