The shattered soul of once a young girl,
has grown with hate and is no longer a shiny pearl,
The hate was given to her,
By the love of a curl.
Her skin is very young,
But her mind is very old,
What was once a sparkle in her eyes,
Is now a fight to stay alive.
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Author:
M.f (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 2nd, 2022 00:03
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about me, from a young age I've been battling issues since a young age. If you have any more questions, please ask away. Also, I take advice, I'm not too good at writing!
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I am so sorry for your experiences😔 I hope you feel much better now. I love the imagery used in the poem. And the lines,
Her skin is very young,
But her mind is very old,
Are very nice! Where we understand though the girl is young her experiences have made her quite mature. If it’s possible could you please elaborate this phrase a bit if you are comfortable that is!(The hate was given to her,
By the love of a curl.) Thankyou for sharing this poem!
i was very in much with my curly blonde hair growing up, but my family absolutely hated it and i would get so much anger from my family whenever i brought up my curls. so, the hate that was given to me was from my family being upset on how much i loved my curls because it was different, which led me to shaving them off, I'm glad you like the poem
That’s really sad😔it’s heartbreaking to have something you love taken away like that. I hope you are in a better environment now, away from toxicity. Thankyou for explaining it to me💖
wonderful to read your defiant voice
sorry for your struggles
thanks for sharing, dear poet
It is unnecessarely a cruel world. What else is there to do but keep moving on.
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