All my life, don’t get me wrong,
I am not going to cry, just singing my song.
Not seeking pity, nor sympathy’s or grace,
What I share with you is a simple embrace.

From a kid in the South, I’ve had to defend,
Myself and my story, where struggles begin.
When I took my first steps and walked into school,
There were those who would test me, trying to be cruel.

They teased me for shoes that had been...