When I was a little girl,
I played with my brother,
Stayed close to home,
And tried to be like my mother ,
By the age of eight,
My daddy taught me,
That I should have hate,
And act like a bitch,
But I had trouble,
To hate people without reason,
I\'d rather be,
Like the reason for the season ,
Not to simply dislike,
A man for his color,
But without their approval,
Life seemed a lot duller,
And my mom told me,
To be against gays,
To show my hatred,
For it in many ways,
When I was a little girl,
I wasn\'t very strong,
Easy to cry,
And hard to move on,
Loved wearing makeup,
And play in my mom\'s shoes,
Loved playing board games,
But hated to loose,
And I told myself that I\'d stay this way forever.
Who would have thought that I\'d change like weather.
Now eight years later,
I still play with my brother,
Still stay close to home,
But I\'m nothing Iike my mother,
I learned that hate is just going to breed more of its own,
And love is what conquers alI.
I have the biggest crush on a boy,
Who\'s not my same race,
And one of the nicest people I\'ve met,
Just happens to gay.
And I turned out to be,
One of the strongest people in my family.
Don\'t wear makeup anymore,
Replaced all my dresses,
With jeans and tennis shoes.
Maybe I\'m not the best I ought to be,
But now I\'m caring and understanding,
And nothing like my family.
I threw out the hate In my heart,
Replaced It with God\'s love,
And that was the start,
And my strength comes from above,
And I don\'t care what anyone says,
May sound senseless to some,
But I\'m glad that,
This is the woman I\'ve become.