I look around.
So many hate me.
So many wish me dead.
They hate me because of my ability,
because of the love
that i have for every one.
Some stand and protect me.
My Best Friends
are the ones
who stand for me.
Who stand by my side.
They tell me
that I am strong
they tell me that
I can do anything.
They tell me all the good
that I am.
They were there
when no one else was.
One i call my madre
because she is like a mother.
The other I call my sister
because I could never
ever live without her.
They protect me
from myself.
I protect them from me.
But in the end
we stand together.
And we will forever
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