Not Damaged, Not Broken
Joys not my first name,
but hurt is my middle.
Pain my last,
The struggle of not being affected by my past (my first name).
Am I stronger?
Some might say yes.
Am I wiser?
I try,
Every once in a while I'm defeated with a cry.
I whisper for help because yelling causes a choke.
Just wanting you to know,
Without words.
I need you to understand.
I'm not damaged,
Whoever you are ,
I'm not fine, but I'm not broken.
I'm just trying to put the pieces together.
Stick around because I'm worth it.
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Disey Dise
HI, My name is Ladise. I was born in Queens, NY. I have been writing since I was little. I have always had a love for English Literature and Poetry. My favorite poets are Maya Angelou and Edgar Alan Poe. Two very different poets that I love for two very different reasons. I am a person who has always found it hard to express myself, so poetry is how I do that. I love feedback and I take criticism very well. So please feel free to leave comments. Thank you and God bless.
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