A soul that's lost is hard to find
When all that stood by you is passing you BYE
Unbuckled pants
And a pointed gun
Temple filled with grief
Your spirit willingly gave up all your religious beliefs
So you stand with your head tilted to the side
No longer is it raised to the sky
Right hand pointing the gun with your left hand clutching your hip
Breathing steadily as you bite your bottom lip
Glossy eyes stirring ahead
Wishing those that hurt you were all dead
Looking in the mirror you pull the trigger
Your kinky hair transformed to straight
Your thick curvy body is now a slendor shape
Everything that symbolized your heritage you diminished the trait
Your crazy clothes is now conventional among the norm
Your spontaneous attitude has been conformed
With your heart beat up and torn
You walked away from all the old pain
Running with open arms towards the new.
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