I am
My story cannot be put into a book
As a matter of fact
This life is on a hook.
They think my life is controlled by society
Buy don't you know there is a bigger girl inside of me?
I am the unsaid words of victims during
Pearl Harbor
Auschwitz
Nine Eleven
Newtown shooting
They choked on their final thoughts of love
Wondering if they were going to anything up above
I am the inconveience of a man
The abuse
The sex
The words that my mother left
It is all just some silly game
Life, as we call it, is not a shame.
I am words
you cannot eat
the thoughts that you don't speak
the fear that you don't meet
I am me.
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