I was beaten.
Punched.
Slapped.
Pushed.
Drinks spilled over me.
Dishes thrown and broken.
I was cursed at.
Verbal stricken down.
Looking back on it now it's kinda funny.
People hear this and wonder why I stayed.
In all honesty, I don't even understand it myself.
I guess I just really try to see the best in people.
I can't help who I am.
I just choose to see the light in the people who need it the most.
This is no confession of love but yet a declaration that I refuse to give up on the people of this world.