A New Woman

HAPPY TO

i am out of tune and life out the center of all your games.
so i just bend metal.
Who wants to be you i am who i am glad to be Muslim.
So what is wrong with me?
nobody understands and never gave me that one chance to prove me to you.
so i can be a shooting fine friend.
I can be a trend.
I can be a flop.
who cares we're all mixed-up and we're all crazy at some point.
So we live in a round world and i am still not right to be here?
So i see the sun shine through the heaviest rain storm, pouring down with all it's strength i am crazy?
We all are at times, but i am a Muslim and i am proud.
To be out of your stupid crowd.
i will be me.
you be you and see.
You never gave me a chance so i hope you're happy.
I will be proud to stand away.


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