They scratch and they claw

Pick and pluck at my mind

Try to break me into pieces

So I no longer shine.

 

Y’all are so quick to tell me to stand up for myself.

But when I do, y’all stomp me back down.

Lose sight of my sky, under all 7 pounds.

This young teen can't get a grip on her beauty of life.

Nothing to gain, there's so much to my strife.

 

But you couldn't notice behind enemy lines.

Thinking it's ok to undermine these obvious signs of tender lines.

 

Do you not see me bleed, or cry, or need?

I need your attention so I don't feel forsaken.

You must have me mistaken for an orphan child.

Or maybe I'm the one that needs awakening for my labeling of a misplaced child.

 

Do you not want me? Do you "cold-shoulder" my words?

Let them fly away like birds when disturbed by absence of peace. 

Because I must cease to exist in an increase of release as soon as you walk through that door.

Click clacks on the tile floor but not noise from your mouth. Like our respect went down south....

 

Yea I love you nonetheless, but you must confess

that your love for me has become so compressed.

And I no longer feel blessed in your presence.

But rather shy and upsetting. As you keep forgetting

I am your child, fretting and sweating wondering you'll accept me again.

I pray you'll love me after I plead to my God and say amen.

 

-FreeDreamer