That Girl

I was that Girl
Who was often teased in school
I seem peculiar to my peers
No one thought I was cool

I was that Girl
Who was never boastful or loud
Kids perceived me as homely
So I was never part of the “crowd”

I was that Girl
Little Boys never paid attention to
Not popular enough or cute enough
To be part of that “Pretty Girl” crew

I became that young Lady
Whose heart was an “open wound”
It was so often buried by insecurities
That It turned into a beating “tomb”

I was that young Lady
That was told, “You’re too nice and sweet!”
I was too humble and too loving
And I appeared to be naïve and weak

I was that young Lady
That was misunderstood by men
And I seemed to have no luck
When it came to making friends

Dark-skinned, short black hair
A hideous face I use to see
I’d found it very hard
To accept that this Girl was me

Nowadays, things have changed
That Girl is no longer
Lessons of Life have taught me
And I’ve become stronger

I am now that Woman
All grown up and ready for the world
A new “me” has emerged
And I buried that Old Girl

I am that Woman
No longer concerned what others think of me
Because I know what I’m worth
And I know what I see…

…In a mirror, when I look
Back at my face
Dark and Lovely, young and beautiful
And full of His Grace

I am that Woman
Who’s not afraid anymore
I’m happier and more confident
Cause I am no longer That Girl