Version 2.0

They hated that version of me,

That version of me-was tiring, you heard it from me,

Be careful with the rumors,

Be careful with assumptions,

I was a late bloomer,

Who Fell victim to presumptions,

Fell victim to the fact that I just had to hate something,

I wasn’t at peace,

-but still, was tryna find my piece,

Was tryna find a reason for belief,

-I don’t believe that was evil, just in need of some,-relief,

I poured my blessings in a cup, I took a fall-and watched it leak,

I tried my best, I passed the test,-I wasn’t chosen to be weak,

I write my poems,-i sing my songs,

For me it’s normal,

I just feel like I should like I should warn you,

I refuse to slaughter sheep

I made my peace with the pain, it don’t live in me,

Took the blame, found the grace, that’s the victory,

I ain’t perfect, but the truth, it still visits me,

Every scar is just a mark of what was meant to be…..

They hated that version, but I still emerged,

Took the hurt, turned it holy, every wound I purged,

Walking through the fire-

Many lessons came with many burns,

I was lost, now I’m learning what my purpose serves,

I refuse to fake peace, for the sake of empty words……