It is hard to be myself ,
when you won’t let me be me.
I cower in defeat , tears my only company.
can I find courage to love myself?
in a world that cares too little,
with hearts that are fickle.
am I no longer good enough?
not cute or flawless enough?
your words cut deep,
i carry with me pain that lies deep,
your relentless mockery is a poison that seeps.
you forget that when your stone is cast,
the words you say last,
they remain engraved,
It is torture that only leads to an early grave.
To whom it may concern,
i sincerely say that my weight, scars,
My skin tone or whatever marks,
Are not yours to own.
Be kind, not quick to stare and cast your stone.
what you utter, the careless words you allow,
you are wrong often you are wrong now.
only knowing how to judge, you cared less,
the list of casualties is endless.
You have broken spirits , you have shattered pride,
killed with words that spread like venom inside.
i sincerely ask again, learn to be kind.
you are quick to ask, what happened to you?Quick to assume what is not true.
but do you ever stop to listen?
do you ever stop to care?
Then hunger gnawed louder than hope.
my family counted meals like miracles.
i was starving , my family was struggling,
what you see now is a phoenix rising.
when my strength was gone, too much stress,
i once wished for death.
what you see now is not broken glass,
it is a vessel that refused to shatter.
it is the healthy , happy version of me.