Aren’t you ashamed to look like that?
They called me such names that stuck in my head
There was nothing more painful than what I just read
A note passed in class
A comment to my face
It was more than a label, it was my fate
I told myself they were just lying
But then why am I here, in my bedroom crying
Nothing but words, my parents would say
But that is all I would hear day after day
Words all have meanings
While some make you cry
Others bring joy, happiness, and lives
But these words were rude
They were meant to bring sorrows
Hurting more than just mothers and daughters
They filled up my pages
Scars of my pain
It helped me get by through the thunder and rain
A poem is a reflection
A mirror of my sanity
I look in my mirror
And what do I see?
Or whatever they called me
A bright glowing smile that span cheek to cheek
I learned to push through no matter how meak
Not only just that, but hidden within’
A writer’s true passion that started to begin
So next time you see me and say I look fat.
Remember this would never be written if they hadn’t called me that.
So to all the people who thought they could define me
Here is what I like to call me