Check out the full performance here: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wHZqcU6ciiQ
Mama never said I was pretty growing up
She said it was cuz
She didn’t want it to be my
Only feature
So I believed to be ugly
And when my breasts grew full
And my knees ached from the weight of them
I was called a tomboy
Flooded with hormones, aggression, and hairy pits,
And became the Beast from the Middle East
So I believed to be ugly
Until the two towers fell
While walking down glass corridor halls
And the Christian Youth had found their new crusade
And I believed to be hated.
But all these things I had believed to be
Had become disillusionments
in my 20’s
My mind ravaged by a man
As my faith was raped by the system
Body buried beneath forms x, 1040, and C
While tinnitus buzzed in the left
A feeling about being reminded of something
Someone I had once believed to be
But I could not think of self
While trying to survive
Learning self-inoculation against
The gravity of global virolity
The fury of each new pain
Remembers caliced conquests
lessening the intensity
Now
I am believed
to be learned, experienced, pseudo-spiritual
Searching to satiate the thirst of
A fluid life
And yet,
I do not know
What I believe.
AWERFJIL 
Welcome to the club babe! Hacking our way through the hurt and the hate is the only way to survive and… shhhh, don’t tell them… be happy!
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Yes yes heck yes! It’s incredible how dealing with ones own pain can lead to happiness, and, once that happens, you’re an unstoppable force :D.
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You have always been beautiful inside and out.
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😘❤️
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My Mom is truly an absolutely amazing person. I literally wouldn’t be here without her, nor would I be who I am today. The excerpt was part of a much larger, beautiful story. See the full story here: The Bear Storytelling 50th Show (https://vimeo.com/434309355).
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