u call it cowardise, i call it virtue

U call it cowardise,i call it virtue

In dis shadows i v hidden my true words of anger,anger dat wants to swallow me and eat my hart al for luv n peace and am called a coward... In my hart i hold d pain,pains dat prick,hurt n choke n left speechless al for luv n peace and am called a coward... In my eyes i store up tears,rivers of tears i fear may ovaflow n drown me al for luv n peace and am called a coward... Am nt ashamed,am nt ashamed 2 b called a COWARD cos in my hart,i call it virtue...instead of raised voices,i give u silence...instead of showin u pain which u ll cal "a sign of weakness",i ll show unfainting strength...instead of tears,i ll giv u bountiful smiles cos dey r worth more dan ornament or adornment a woman can eva wear... Judge me,hate me,show no mercy,do wateva u want,u kan neva change me cos DIS IS MY TRUE PERSONALITY, DIS IS WHO I AM...DIS IS MY VIRTUE,I AM A VIRTIOUS WOMAN!!