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I am a moutain


Life is so tiny, so precious

6 pounds 11 ounces

Tiny little babe

 

Life is tiny, so loud

Barbies, trucks, and buzz lightyear

Coloring on the walls

 

Life is little, so rebellious

Pair of scissors

Handful of golden locks

 

Life is little, so cool

Best Friend and Boyfriend

Honor roll

 

Life is short, so touched

Metal crates

Boys are mean

 

Life is short, so hungry

Homeless

Pb&jelly sandwiches

 

Life is small, so alone

Fourth grade

Sitting alone on the playground

 

Life is small, so neglected

Always wrong

Screams never stop

 

Life is petite, so ignored

I want to play Hades

You can’t you’re a girl

 

Life is small, so neglected

Yelling, screams, abused

My sister’s dad didn’t touch me…

 

Life is small, so alone

Surrounded by people

Blades are my only friend

Life is short, so hungry

I know I’m thin already

I don’t want curves and breast

 

Life is short, so touched

Friends

People like me

 

Life is little, so cool

I am who I am

A mentor

 

Life is little, so rebellious

College applications

Film School

 

Life is tiny, so loud

I am Transgender

The artist

 

Life is tiny, so precious

Leader, independent

I am me

 

I was a grain of sand crashing in the rocky waters

The more you break me down

The more I built with others

More sand

Together crushed down

Together built up

 

Spoke up, say hey!

NO MORE

I am a mountain!

I am a fighter!

I am…

 

Everything and anything I want to be

 

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