Breaking my chains , setting myself free , fear has to leave I'm a warrior.

I know what I know.
This is for everyone that took my kindness for weakness. Tried to break me at my core. Hating me for no reason, calling me names such as a whore.
The Betrayal is pure evil! I don't know who I can trust
anymore, and yet I still wonder, why I'm still slipping under
and can't stay happy anymore. Stomping me lower and
lower, I still open up that door. Allowing them to keep
returning for more. Sheltered by my grandma whom is
humble and kind. Is that why I find it hard to believe that,
not everyone has a heart like mine? Do they know it's
golden and pure? Is that why they treat me like a score?
Everything is taken and still they return for more. I don't
know what's normal anymore. Everything I've done was
more like a chore, don't they know slavery isn't legal
anymore? Bounded by my invisible chains. Behind a smile to
hide the pain. The picket fence was okay I guess, but now I
don't have anything left. So how could you say you love me?
Then next thing I know you're trying to shove me?
Back into the dark, was nothing like a walk in the park.
My life was done when I turned 21, I convinced myself he was the one. A huge leap to take , putting my life at stake . Catering
to his every request, all because he had a hole in his
chest?… Even on his borrowed time, he refused to keep one
thing in mind. The day we officially said our I do's we
made a promise to see this life through. Almost left me all
alone, with two babies at home. Our life flashed before your eyes and God knows how I hate goodbyes.

I still stayed by your side like a real ride or die. That's how I experienced it all. Kept piling it back on, then watching it fall.
So I just got to be a hundred percent real. You didn't give a f*** how I feel. Always about you, and how the f*** you're feeling.
didn't stop to look at the ones you were killing.
Abandonment is a touchy feeling . You still left without
f****** leaving. You really put me in a bind, or else I would
of never changed my f****** mind. Now with everything said
and done I won't convince myself for anyone I'll take that
one final Vow for myself and know I don't belong on a
shelf

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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