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Feb 24
I grew up as a weak person,
not even smart.
I am someone who always get bullied
and judged
by the way I speak and the way I move.
"Be a man" they said.
I didn't try, because I know I already am.
"Say stone" they said.
Then my 8 years old self tried in a stiff voice – I nearly cried.
Because I knew they were having fun
Humiliating me and my guts.
I live every single day trying to define myself
not someone which people think I am
but someone who I should be.
still now I know,
most of the people around me –
strangers, friends and family
have doubts of what I am.
REBEL, Copyright © 2020
Sam N. de la Rosa
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