2/09/04
  Born into struggle from the days when I was younger.
Nightmares as I dream woke me as I slept, weeping willows drench my pillows.
From the 3rd grade my physical kept me awake
so at night I secretly prayed and by the age of eight my life began to accelerate.
Peers didn't overstand the tears they caused for years.
Took strength to make it passed the tenth, one month away,
but depression stopped the date for me to graduate.
Abused by many so my self esteem was sorry.
  Turned to the canvas to release my hidden stress;
abstract thoughts caught in concrete dreams;
took the pain caused by family and so called friends;
  Born into a life of struggle, but destine to survive and emerge from the ruble.
Never let the worst halt my inner shine;
started modeling to regain my self-pride,
found out I was more than just tits and fine, firm thighs;
spoke to young girls about self-respect and the power of a strong intellect.
  Rebuilt my self esteem, now at night I sleep in Satin Sheets.