They take my silence for fear
and my cries for weakness
but still I am here
and no longer will I take a pistol whip from a twisted tongue
no longer will I swallow my integrity and eat the lies
fed to me by haters

They mistake my body for a rainbow
for I have endured beatings where my skin
imitated roy g biv
once upon a time they painted me suicidal
but still I am here
I was not made for my heart to be torn
I was not made to feel broken
or be broken by others
I am a girl
who has simply been misunderstood

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