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.