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