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Barefoot Through Hell

Two months. No shoes. One backpack. Still here. I slept where the city forgets your name, Cold concrete tryna tell me I’m replaceable pain Backpack was my whole damn life on my back, Every step barefoot, nothing but black  No door to knock, no couch to crash, Just hunger talking loud, and fear talking fast They looked right through me like I wasn’t alive, But I learned real quick how to survive I learned which streets breathe danger at night, Which corners feel wrong, which alleys bite I learned silence can scream, hunger can teach, And loneliness sharpens the edge of belief I had nothing but breath and a reason to stand, No one holding me up, just blood on my hands Nothing can break me — I bent, I didn’t fall Tried to erase me, I stood through it all Barefoot in hell, still walked my way through If I’m still breathing now, what can you do? A woman alone, yeah I felt every stare, Predators guessing how scared I was there I slept light, eyes cracked, heart on alert, Trust wasn’t fre...
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Never My Name

  Never My Name They love to talk in labels, like tags on my skin, Tryna sum me up quick, never ask where I been, Point fingers at the noise like it defines my brain, But pain ain’t my title and fear ain’t my name. Got voices in my head, yeah I face ‘em head-on, I don’t bow to the chaos, I ain’t ruled by the song, They assume if it’s loud then I must be “unstable,” But I’m standing right here—don’t reduce me to a label. They wanna say I’m broken, say I’m outta my mind, But I been fighting battles they don’t see behind, I don’t need your judgment, don’t need your decree, I’m not “crazy” — I’m just lost at sea. They write conclusions without reading my lines, Call it “losing control” when I’m holding the line, I don’t need your verdict, don’t need your shame, You can say what you want—just don’t say my name They talk like they know me from a chapter or two, But I wrote the whole book while they skimmed what’s new, I’m not a warning label, not a case study name, I’m a human being walk...
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From The Ashes

  From The Ashes I burned down everything that wasn’t true Every lie you fed me, every version you drew I stood in the wreckage, hands shaking, alone Then realized the ashes were mine to own I rose up unnamed, just breath and a spark No past on my back, no weight in the dark I shed every label you stapled to pain I didn’t lose myself—I shed a dead name I was ashes once, yeah, scattered and cold Now I rise with a spine made of heat and gold Every lesson a wing, every loss a gain I don’t flinch at the rain—I danced in the flames I was reborn in the silence you left Where I stitched my heart back, thread by breath No more begging truth from mouths that deceive I trust what I feel, I believe what I see I reclaimed my voice, it sounds different now Lower, steadier, doesn’t need to be loud It doesn’t ask permission, doesn’t chase It stands its ground, it holds its place You called it rage—I call it heat The kind that forges steel in me Every scar a feather, every tear a flame I walked th...
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