'insecurity'
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Sand in the wind, it blows and flies.
Hot, sharp sand lands in my eyes.
The pain and screams I keep inside.
Oh the pain, I want to die.
I gaze at the world
Above
Me
Endless and open
Beyond my reach
A world I yearn for
You can’t go, you can’t fly
…I want to
Kinky they say,
Too curly to be cared about.
But the coil is my culture;
Constantly defined unattractive,
Under-appreciated efforts,
Tragically tainted tries.
Let water run deep.
Let my river run like my feet
as far they can go
going with the flow.
Just another water drop,
another person in a mob.
Immersed in the vast expense
Why do I do this to myself?
I push myself to be fit
Yet I can't always do it on my own.
Do I even love myself anymore?
First it's my job now it's the gym,
My only other happy place.
Their Eyes like fire that burn like hell.
So the bright she still has trouble looking directly into people's eyes on the pretense that she might ignite.
The comments turned a little girl into an internal battle of emotion.