Unflawed Teenage Blue Print


I am

the daughter of a mother who has an uncurable diease

no life long numbing agent that could

soothe and heal it.

It left a faded scar as a badge of honor....

It's. No. Breeze.

It cannot be remedied by the contents

found in a first aid kit,

or badged up to keep dirt out until it heals.

I am

a victim of aggression who cried every night

because a boy was taught that boys were supposed to play

and girls were meant to be toys,

and I don't wanna play anymore.

I am

more than a piece of medium rare meat

laid out on a table hot and ready, 

I am

a daughter of two proud parents

that handed down courage and an open mouth

and I'll scream and shout


I have brown eyes that shine,

and curly hair that has a mind of it's own,

 a curvy body that carries me throught the day;

a heart that carries burdens and scars.

See it before my skin,

for there's more love than damage within.

I am

a reader and writer

a ready to play fighter

fists unclenched and arms open,

let me in.

I'll be compassionate to those who need it,

and forgive those who need forgiving.

But most of all,

I am


This poem is about: 
My family
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