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Called me names like white trash,

I was a child, your words where rash,

Beat me and kicked and broke my bones,

left me laying in pain all alone,

YOu call me a hater, because of the past,

But your the one who makes hate last,

I lifted you up, up off the street,

Helped you stand on your own feet,

Then all your behaviors you did repeat,

Oh yes, You took your pound of meat,

I struggle with the fires of anger that rise,

And fight to keep the hurt from my eyes,

I have told you the truth, And made up no lies,

And if i did hate you none would criticize,

But i will stand tall, my heart will not fall,

Knowing down deep i have given my all,

For i know the way, and will follow his call.

To forgive your transgressors and love one and all.