Being dragged back

Being dragged back

To being judged by the skin

And the clothing on my back

My only weapon is a smile

While silence is their defense

As I try to break down the 

Walls know as my 

skin 

I never thought i’d be back

And now that I am

I’m readying myself

For an attack

I take every slight 

As an ambush

Every whisper as a

Shout

I’m ready to rain down

The rage that I let cool

And push aside

Like they did to me

I’m ready to yell

When they stare

Expecting to catch 

Their reflection

But instead

See me

I’m ready for my 

Open hand to be met

With nothing but silence

And a stare wondering

How I got there

I’m ready for my

Words

To fall short

Pretending not to be heard

As I herd my troops

Ready to fire with

Smiles so that

Maybe 

You can look

And see

Me

For me

And not

The war paint 

That covers me from

Head to feet