Fear

It's boiling inside me like a big balloon that can't take anymore 
air or it will explode 
I'm trying to do my best to keep it in but it seem like nothing is working 
I pray and i pray and don't get me wrong i'm not gone stop praying 
because if i give up what 
is that telling myself that i did it for nothing and i plan not to look at 
myself like that. 
I look in the mirror to examine myself and tell me what do i see 
I see black beautiful girl trying to to do something with her life
I see a girl that is different from everybody i know in some way 
i believe that this girl i see is 
going to be something and somebody one day. 
I would love for people not to look at me for the color of my skin
 but for the character that i 
bring to you 
If you judge me before you get to know me then when you get to 
know me how would that 
make you feel cause i'm not a bad person no no my mother raise me 
better than that with 
the help from the lord 
But when i really examine myself i see a little girl thats stuck on the 
directions she should go 
and hardly can't find her way but thats ok i'ma make it and i hope 
that ya'll would pray for 
me 1 day yeah it's me the gurl in the mirror but the problem is that
 its my anger that keeps 
me in fear
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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