I am......Bre

There are no words that decribes me 

So i say that im simply bre

Me being born was bitter sweet 

And i've never consider myself amazing

But here I am 

People look down on me but I dont give a damn

 Trial and tribulations

Will always be the foundation

To who you are 

 And I know i wil go far

I would call myself beautiul 

But I've always been told 

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder "

But I always say then let me see your eyes to see what you see in me

Becuase maybe if my mom loved me and my daddy  cared enough to see

That his friends were touching me

Then maybe.......just maybe i will be more than Bre 

This poem is about: 
Me

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