Flawless: Means survivor

January 8, 2015

I was the girl that grew up in hard brick matter.

At 3 years old my pearls were stolen then shattered.

Beaten,broken and tossed to floor.

And all I could can do is plead "PLEASE NO MORE!!!"

Momma sold us out to get her next fix.

Memories still feel brand new, they ale me sick.

Oblivion became the only given.

Then life became so damn frigid.

But god whispered in my ear and said "it's time for you to run."

Praying that my life wouldn't end with a BANG from a gun.

looking at the sky and saw it was sherbet orange.

I packed my clothes and went for the door henge.

3 years later and I'm doing just fine.

In my grandmas care, she taught me not to whine.

She made my skin thick and my voice strong.

She says I had it in me all along.

School is my escape and it's where I am flawless.

High school junior with a 4.0 caused it.

Making straight A's is what I aim for.

Knowledge is why I breath.

And after college I want to help people just like me.

The ones who grew up and just didn't matter.

I want to show them all those feeling, together, we can splatter.

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