CRY BABY
They called me Crybaby because I easily weep
Treated like a girl not worth the keep
Stepped on like a doormat, used like open doors
I answered the call to fight generational wars
Deeming myself unworthy of God’s impossible mission
I rose with trembling and intimidation
Afraid, I braved life’s fierce storm
Shifting the narrative, a warrior was formed
I’m still a crybaby tears come with ease
Now I cry for victories, not for sorrow’s release
Triumphant applause echoes as thunder from high
Each tear shed luminous, for I am no longer tied
With newfound courage, I’ve seen God’s glory
Transforming my life and rewriting my story
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