Why?
I am me.
What does that mean?
Well, I'm beautiful,and smart but,
sometimes I don't feel like it.
So, I gripe and I cry and sometimes I wonder why?
Then I finally look to heaven above and realize why I'm me.
Because he's he and that's what he wants us to be.......
Copyright © Amber Gil | Year Posted 2006
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