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Step by Step


First word, first crawl, first step

Into waters, grass, sand, until the first fall.

 

Scream, cry, and holler

Into laughter, smiles, and wonder.

 

Bruises bleed on the knee, new teeth, new hair

A few things for a discovery

 

Through the change of the weather in degrees

Seemed new changes found its way to me.

 

Summer days, summer nights, never stop

When you live in Arizona at the age of puberty.

 

Looking for a new view,

My parents just wanted to start new

 

From the Big City to small city moved a

Family of pity.

 

Obedient, awkward, and shy

The perfect ingredients for a young girl to hide.

 

Every time this girl reached out,

She was always a step away from being cursed out.

 

Bottling up her feelings, parents not listening

Dependent on no one but her own instincts.

 

From missed holidays, to missed meals,

It wasn't as bad as the way being bullied feels.

 

From two faced parents then friends,

I couldnt depend nor defend.

 

A fight with my mind was better than

What was going on, on the outside.

 

Home felt like Terrorism due

Father's alcoholism.

 

Materialism was a great distraction,

Until my second sibling became my satisfaction.

 

Responsibility had risen

For not my own children.

 

Life being threatened on the mind

Stating its not worth it and leave them behind.

 

The new fight was to stay alive and

Then came a new pride.

 

Broken hearts, dreams, and seams

Of clothing

 

Tossing back more than drinks

And puff puff passing

 

Constant tests with pests

From all shapes and sizes

 

Where I fantasize to not

To not end up behind

 

Don’t want to hide to

Find a lie

 

I just want to plant a seed

To succeed onto the next story.

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