Waiting on the hammer to fall
Eyes on me backed against a wall
All are judges quick to sentence
Toast the day I serve my penance
Seeking for your validation
Only to find a false salvation
Until I’m on my knees again
Begging to forgive my sin
I cannot live in fear of you
Searching for grounds to prosecute
As of now I won’t justify
Where and how I live my life
My worth is never up for trial
Forced to fight for its survival
It wavers not in wrong or right
Steadfast through the day and night
I will crush the stones you throw
Burn the sticks that break my bones
Self-righteous words, I rise above
I am enough
I am enough
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Michaela is a songwriter and poet, originally from East Providence, Rhode Island, but living in southwest Florida. She is is passionate about writing simple music with colorful words to paint the picture of emotions that are hard to express. She believes that music is healing and therapeutic. She wishes to tell the story of shedding society’s expectations and being comfortable in your own skin.
She is a lover of crystals, astrology, and all things mystical. She seeks to find magic in the mundane things of life by feeling connected to the earth. In her downtime, you can find her strolling casually through a bookstore, coffee in hand, in search of her next adventure.
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