the daughter of a mother who has an uncurable diease
no life long numbing agent that could
soothe and heal it.
It left a faded scar as a badge of honor....
It's. No. Breeze.
It cannot be remedied by the contents
found in a first aid kit,
or badged up to keep dirt out until it heals.
a victim of aggression who cried every night
because a boy was taught that boys were supposed to play
and girls were meant to be toys,
and I don't wanna play anymore.
more than a piece of medium rare meat
laid out on a table hot and ready,
a daughter of two proud parents
that handed down courage and an open mouth
and I'll scream and shout
I AM NOT A PLASTIC WOMAN!
I have brown eyes that shine,
and curly hair that has a mind of it's own,
a curvy body that carries me throught the day;
a heart that carries burdens and scars.
See it before my skin,
for there's more love than damage within.
a reader and writer
a ready to play fighter
fists unclenched and arms open,
let me in.
I'll be compassionate to those who need it,
and forgive those who need forgiving.
But most of all,