Dear world

Dear, world
You told me I was stupid for the color hair I was born with,
You told me how unhealthy and skinny I was,
You told me how "unique" my eyes were but how weird they were to everyone else,
You told me how poor I was for living with seven people,
You told me how nobody liked me because I was too introverted.
You have me a hammer to break myself down with, to break every bone with, because words really can hurt. You push my around with your words that I never asked for, than told me how it was my fault.
I took that hammer and those words and built something out of it. Specifically a ladder to climb myself out of that hole you made and tossed me into. I climbed up and out into a new world full of opportunities and grasped them.

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