They said I’d lose, I proved them wrong,

Been hurt for years, but I stayed strong.

Wrote my pain in every line,

Now they all know I’ma shine.

Twelve years old, I had no choice,

So I picked up a pen and found my voice.

Cried at night, no one could see,

But I knew there was more to me.

No support, just me and hope,

Climbed out the dark, learned how to cope.

They talk down, but I don’t pity—

Now I’m flying high above the city.