Words

I come from words

They tell me who I am

They describe me

They let me know my past, present, and future

They tell me what they think

They say that I am that “ghetto girl” from across town

They tell me that I have an attitude

WORDS!!

That’s were I come from

Not from the womb of my mother

Or the sperm of my father

I come from the torturing pain from obstacles that face me

WORDS!

I resent them

They try to build something that is impossible to make

Three words is all I want

Not, “I hate you”

The words that a mother says to a new born child

Or in a marriage lusting for one another

I Love you

You are beautiful