Worth The Fight

She is perfect, simply beautiful; voices echo throughout the room. Take her home; she’s a gift, give her love she will bloom. A blank slate, nothing written, her life starts an empty scroll. Tell her only sweet things because in time she will know. She is adorable, simply charming, many voices still agree. At her home, she is confident, given love so carefree. A story in the making, how will she be introduced This will matter, please, believe me; labels tend to be overused. She is sweet, simply pleasing; I’m sure someone will concede At her home, she is crying, feeling hopeless on her knees The story has turned tragic, hurtful words, so naive On replay in her mind, each of them she believes She is stunning, simply ravishing, all her friends will tell you so Going home, she feels empty but repeats that she is full. She is hollow, simply transparent, everyone pretending not to see Her body once her home has become her enemy Hold on, just a moment, let me take a step away Another voice says I’m worthy, meant for more and born to slay You are brilliant; simply elegant ask ill tell you so My home is what I make it, and my story is my own It’s not over. I’ve just started so many chapters left to write My body is a temple, and I am worth the fight.