I wrote in my diary all of my transgressions.
It was wishful thinking that the outcome of my life
would be better than it is at this very moment.
I can't dispute the fact that I'm not perfect.
I thoroughly understand that I am unique; edges rough.
Between my heart and soul I seek atonement.
How did I get here?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder is how the saying goes but since the beginning
I felt so ugly and now, all of the lingerie in the world
cannot mask the pain I am feeling
My mind is constantly reeling
I'm confused as to which action I shall take...
I'm my own fatal attraction
I must dispel the myths that all little girls grow up to be their mothers and
I run from reality but now I seek satisfaction
How did I get here?
Expansion of my forgiveness has me lost
There's no guessing as to who will pay this cost
The very mountain that I've been trying to climb and conquer
sits on a jury along with my so-called peers and is responsible for my unjust sentencing.
The verdict knocked me to my knees and I cried out to God…How did I get here!
His answer is heart-wrenching
See I was given choices but my emotions took over my senses and I chose blindly
But now I've been given another chance to correct some mistakes…
I see the beauty in me finally
Can't let my daughter suffer as I did…
I have to break this generational curse…and live
God, thank you for sending people who care enough to help me not to linger here
For success was my greatest fear
But this I shall not be denied
I am just passing through but I refuse to reside
In this place called here
