Walk into each class and I see all the stares

All they look at is my round belly

Through my ears I hear the same thing

No protection what a w****

Its because she’s Mexican

They judge as if they were nuns… perfect

But it’s ok because I know I’m not

I’ve moved on from my past

I know it wasn’t my fault… I said no

Its as if they still walk with a blindfold

Some will never now what real pain

And trauma feels like

All I care is about my unborn child

When I see that tiny heart beat

And those little hands and feet

All of that doesn’t matter no more

Its as if he/she is my little save r

Makes me remember my past

But keeps me going

Even though I fit all the areas

With my round belly

I know I turned my pests into a beautiful butterfly