You’ve taught me to stand my ground,
to pick up the pieces and move on.
The wracking sobs you initiated
no longer consume me.
I am stronger because of you.
Because of loosing you,
I found me.
I found respect, new hobbies,
a brighter side of myself--
a side that doesn’t rely on men to
determine my self-worth.
I am confident.
Dear rejection letter,
As you float down, among a cascade of tears,
settling beneath my floorboards,
you have perceived to tear me apart.
But moving on is essential -- those letters
fuel my strength,
make me work harder, push me.
I discovered perseverance.
You brutally carved trust from my flesh
intentionally spoon-feeding me, as I lapped it up like a puppy.
Why would I want anyone to feel as I do?
The hurt feelings you instilled--
I won’t engrave that pain in another’s heart.
I am honest.
Dear game-stealing goal,
Thank you for teaching me that
success comes and goes--
it’s the hard work instilled
that lasts a lifetime.
Trophies collect dust - it’s my hard work that prevails.
As I stare longing at your interpretation of me,
you refuse to reflect the model in Glamour magazine.
But I am not subject to her approval.
My personality outshines, and I am beautiful.
Dear social media,
I know now my Twitter followers
do not dictate my life achievements.
You taught me that everyone has opinions,
and keeping my head up
I don’t need likes
to be unique. to be me.
The lessons I’ve learned through you
on my impeccable journey
make me flawless. My hardships,
my tough moments, my mistakes--
they molded me into the girl I am today,
the woman I will be tomorrow.
My experiences make me unique.
I am, undeniably, flawless.