The Bar code on my wrist does not define my strength or my worth
I won't let bruises decide my fate.
Ill grip my sorrows, tight. As if I were trying to take the air out of them.
I won't let them create knots in my throat that make me feel like drowning
I will push and paddle until my sides are cramping
when the waves hit me hard, and ill feel like sinking like a broken ship
ill let my insecurities go down with the wreck
The salted water will burn in my wounds, only to leave the marks of what I've been through
I am a warrior
when reminding myself I am, beautiful feels like a war
I will not use my weapons against myself
TV and Magazines do not know what beauty is.
Beauty is in my eyes of sun flowers and rosy cheeks
I am spring
I am life
I am Happiness and sadness
I am lovely
I am fascinating
My roots tell stories that stretch far beyond crumbling surfaces and my misplaced pieces.
I am a light breeze, A roaring typhoon.
I am growing, rejuvenating.
taking the world by storm.
tears can not be compared to raindrops but ill stil catch them on my palms..
and ill hold them.
I am strong.