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Apr 2017
This is a curse not a gift
this is a skin condition
It's the type where
tumors mess up your skin  
Not one of my ambitions
So now here's your time to listen
When people look at me
and ask me what is on your arm
I change the subject
They should find some respect
Not trying to disrespect
But don't you think they need
To find a better a way of asking
Instead of attacking
The doctors call this a disability
But maybe there just full of gullibility
This also comes with a learning problem
Maybe it's my time to blossom
My family says not to be discouraged
But should how do I be encouraged
Well I try not to keep my poker face on
So others think I'm brave
But at least I know I'm saved
I ask myself why I'm still insecure
Maybe I just need listener
I know I can achieve
As long as I believe
That I can be the person
God is trying to help me be

By Medina Platt AKA Dina
Written by
Medina Platt
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