Her truth

She's not a word 

she's not a line just a woman who can't be define 

true colors are forced to be hidden like the content of her beauty and strength.

Its like she's at war with a whole nation dealing with being part of the immigration.

Feel as if she doesnt belong,

wondering,wondering is there's any place to call home.

Surely thinking that she'll have to walk the battlefield alone.

Then it hits her that she's not all on her own

she has a knight who was sent by god to stand with through thick and thin

letting the power of unconditional

love conquer what lies within

so shall we begin? 

This poem is about: 
My family
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