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Makayla Stevenson Poem
Life of a golden child, where I began to fight for my life.
I started to fight, to search and find my problems
But you see , I was once a seed, a truly human being that was sadly & hurt and abused by just an enemy.
Why me? And others will never understand my pain, my vein, your vein. We all bleed the same damn things so I'm no different from anybody else.
I may talk way differently, comprehend way differently than others may think or see, but you see that's the golden child in me.
I'm just a different type of breed
Shh I need you to listen understand me
The world had planted seeds of disease feeding there inter piece, but you see
It's them vs greed not them vs me
Peace is really all that we need someone to talk to even if we don't believe I had my worst times, hard times moments I couldn't breathe
It became nights when I cried my big self to sleep ,
But have you ever felt like this before?
Had to stop onna side of the road and take a break from what this world had going on
Mhmh they told me to just write a poem , but my feelings and thoughts come from my heart so ATM it's a song . The Golden child
Will forever be my poem remember you are an golden child so you have to stay strong
Might not be there to catch you when you fall but remember Makayla stevenson bc my voice will always be along
Thank you
Copyright © Makayla Stevenson | Year Posted 2026
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Makayla Stevenson Poem
The life I was once gave
made me the strong, wise woman I am today.
I am Makayla Stevenson, and you will know my name.
Through storms that tried to break me,
I learned how to dance inside the rain.
Every scar became a lesson,
every loss became my gain.
I was built from silent battles
no one else could truly see,
yet I carried every burden
and still became me.
I am Makayla Stevenson, and you will know my name,
not from whispers in the darkness
but from the fire I became.
I turned pain into power,
tears into gold,
and wrote my own story
before the world was told.
I am a living testimony
proof that God still heals,
still restores broken hearts,
and turns wounds into something real.
I say Iam a living testimony,
shaped by faith, not fear,
and every step I take today
is proof that God was here.
I am Makayla stevenson
no longer bound by yesterday—
just the child who found the strength
to finally break free.
Remember this poem
Remember my testimony...
Copyright © Makayla Stevenson | Year Posted 2026
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Makayla Stevenson Poem
Once upon a time..
There was a girl in disguise
She used to look in the mirror to wonder why she looked the way she did
She notice that no one payed attention the fact that she was a witness to a serious crime
She cried In bed almost every single night
I MEAN EVERY SINGLE NIGHT!
and tried to hide the pain she was feeling inside
Maybe that girl was me
Maybe just one day , someday she wanted to feel free
maybe I got tired of others judging me based off personality
even me ,
I carried doubts so heavily
but I found a quiet strength inside of me
and started becoming the person I was meant to be
Broken shattered pieces is what the enemy wanted me to be
But I rised up , head up and start to walk into victory
That lost girl will forever be gone
Because now as I stand Iam that seed
You will forever remember me
Once upon a time
Iam set free
Stronger than yesterday
Now I can see
My past didn't define me only made me a queen I was born to be ..
Copyright © Makayla Stevenson | Year Posted 2026
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