Misunderstood

My friends think I'm crazy My mom knows that sometimes I'm lazy And I know that I am dizzy, I can't stand the pressure of being expected to be perfect I am perfectly imperfect I am burning escaping man made hell I am a Messiah that no one believes Not even after making my way through their storms Not even after building an empire out of their stones I am a concrete strong enough to stand for myself My body is a temple I hear their boots' crunch violently running towards me I can't stop running , I am running Running from a world that defines me weak I am running from my body, I'm running from the curves of my hips I am running from the valleys on my chest I wish I could rest, being a woman is not curse It is a race to Victory The truth is, I can't deny being me Dear Mom, culture is a way of life I'm afraid some practices have kept me silent for a while You and I are victims of stigma But mama, help me walk through this desert Help me recycle the gabage made out of your star Help me shine my light