In the clash of East and West,
I, the first daughter, did my best.
Childhood trials, unseen and deep,
With parents proud, but distant, I weep.
Mother's words cut like a knife,
No comfort found in my young life.
Schoolyard taunts and inner pain,
Seeking worth, yet finding disdain.
In adulthood's quest, scars remain,
But from those ashes, strength I gain.
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4 a.m Thoughts
RandomLiterally that my thoughts at 4 am Some nights I'm... ... Hopeless Romantic ...Hater ...Lost ...Unhinged ... Mad ... But mostly I'm just me saying random things going on about my life
