Phoneix from the ashes
She was chained by the prejudice surrounding her, ignorance being her saving grace
This little girl, of age five, was stripped of her innocence
The people whispered words of callous, her mother tried to shelter her
Alas the venom leaks through the barrier, and she is exposed to words uncommon to her
“Bastard girl,”
“Sluts little mistake,”
“Condom must’ve broke”
“Child born from disgrace”
She was blinded by perpetualness, their hatred she didn’t comprehend
She did nothing wrong, but still, she felt their glare scorching her skin
Her chest felt heavy, her mind lost in a clouded sea of torment
Though her family tried to comfort her, that little girl changed on that day
The day that marked the death of a child’s confidence
The day she realized nothing was the same
Her heart disintegrated, and only ashes remained.
Twelve years pass, and that little girl becomes a woman
She moved from her home surrounded by serpents
Her skin now glistens, her smile dazzles
That little girl, once so fragile, was unrecognizable
Her confidence is elevated, her self-esteem unmeasurable
She learned to love herself when nobody else would
Her flaws were her perfections, her mind was in a better place
She was God’s wonderful masterpiece,
she wasn’t going to let anybody label her anymore
With her self-esteem re-established, defamation would no longer arise
As Swift as a coursing river, as sudden as wildfires
From those ashes, a rebirth transpired
That little girl, once so young and naive
Became a Phoenix no one could disgrace
That little girl is me.