Glow-Up, Grow Up: From Bullied to Loving Myself

As a little girl, I always had trouble forming close friendships.

Maybe it was due to my inherent shyness,

but two or three buddies were the cut-off for the fellowships,

because of a strange shortage of kindness.

 

I would be taken advantage of.

Friends who I'd thought were close, would ignore me.

They would take my bleeding love

and crush it into debris.

 

Ugly names would be hurled

and I'd be made into an outcast, 

as if that was all I was in this world.

Almost every day, I was lonely and downcast.

 

However, my solitary days wouldn't last long, 

as I would meet some of my closest pals

who would stand beside me, loyal and strong, 

against those who had wronged me with no rationales.

 

They taught me strength and confidence, 

helping me to love all my attributes, 

to love my very existence,

to always follow my beliefs and pursuits.

 

That regardless of those trying to tear me down along the way,

I can always be sure to count on my family and friends,

of their constant support every night and day,

that their love and my love are boundless, with no sighted ends.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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