I got a lot to say
Sometimes A bit to much
Because I'm me
I remember a time I was asked if I was a queer
I took a shovel to the face.
25 stitches
But i'm me
A kid once kicked my lunch box to bits
He didn't like my face
I stood him down and told him I wasn't going anywhere til I had a new one.
He picked me up and threw me down.
Bruised and black.
But I'm me
I worked day and night as a florist
Kids thought I smelled funny because I didn't have a place to wash only work
I didn't care what they had to say
Because I'm Me
I stood down a man three times my size
He gave a black eye to my sister
And he gave a bruise to my mother
Me and a bat
5’3 vs 6’6
I was in the ER at the end of that
But I'm me
I'm the only me and I will do all I can be
To be me
Hell or high water
Because i'm me
About the Creator
Valor Gosch
I have been writing for over eight years. I Want to keep creating more and more awesome things for this world and hopefully Vocal can be the platform to allow that...
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