Invincible Pt 2

These Old Brittle Bones That are crumbled ice cream cones on a hot summers day I am not invincible The wounds that have now turned into blue and purple scars of swimming pools. Not a love story of a precious life nor a daddy raped me In my pretty pink dress story. The love that is withheld inside me. Never to be free. Strange fruit. A queen of black beauty. I am invincible. A creature that can feel no pain. So I lie with every woman that I can and she takes a piece of my puzzle with her every time her fingers enter my secret place. Never to be touched again. Invincible to the fears that haunts my skin shades of blackness and beauty that is told darkness. I am invincible. The 400 years of darkness and brittle broken bones fragile to the unknown but strong willed and strong minded. My skin haunted by the brittle words of the pain if the light. But Yahweh is the light right? Invincible. The beauty of hidden fears and the blackness of light. Light is black when darkness is bright. Fears that will never be established. Invincible never to be relinquished. Acceptance. I chose to be invincible to fear no pain. Not again. Ever again. In the words of colored girls "my love is to, to have thrown in my face" fill in the blank.