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I've always been the kind of person To dig a splinter out, With my teeth, if I have to- Instead of soaking it in water And waiting for it came out on it's own. - Even if it made the pain worse at first,
Every morning, I wake up wishing, I was as tough as I pretend to be, Wash my face, forget my name, repeat; I wish I was stronger than a man.
To You, My Love, Who Stole Everything: You are proud to say that have never laid a hand on me I am scared to admit not yet,
He hurt me. I have lost count of things broken and blood spilled. 1,5,20 to many punches to the gut and kicks to the shin. Remeber how you burned my skin?
I am not my failures. I am not my last name. I am not my past. I am not my grade. I am not my nightmares.
Mute me not
I can look you in the eyes And as you leave I find my hands shaking I listened to you talk I lost where I was You touch my shoulder And I feel myself blush
Through words I create This picture in my head The rockets I fly land on paper, Through words I build my armor That shields me from defeat And keeps me alive, Poetry is my shield