Now I am Strong
My hopes and dreams have been talked down to,
For the past 10 years of my life.
By my family?
No, never them.
By my teachers?
Not even close.
It was my friends that bothered me.
They had grown up and had changed.
They were once innocent little chicks,
Following their Mama around.
And now they are hawks,
Preying on the weak and insecure.
Vicious is a word I use to describe them.
Perfectly.
I loved to wear sweatpants.
They'd laugh.
Called me gay.
I'd befriend the "weird students".
They'd crack up.
Picked on us all.
My mom is albino.
They'd be cruel.
Said I was adopted.
There's so much I wish I had said.
So much I wish I had done.
I would've stood up for myself.
And told them to leave.
But I didn't.
I let wave after wave of hysteria wash over me.
With the tyrannical words they'd use,
They might as well have been savages,
Lashing at a poor defenseless sow.
And I,
Was that sow.
They'd lash out with ferocious intent.
They had the will to kill.
I soon started to believe them.
You ARE worthless.
You ARE ugly.
You ARE unimportant.
You ARE a gutless pig.
I didn't know then,
What I know now.
I have learned to stand up for myself.
Learned to call,
Enough is enough.
No more pain.
No more worry.
No more sorrow.
Well...I face my fears.
Confront my inner demons.
Ignore the incompetent.
For now?
Now, I am strong.
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