'Fear' 'Inspiration' 'Judgement' 'Bully'
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The hands that have grazed my body were always cruel—demanding. Whether it be a stranger or a lover I had known for what seemed to be a lifetime, the touch was always cold.
I am from over stacked bills
Feuds in the house about where the money will go
I am from insecurities
Big shirts and no pictures
I am from endless hours in the gym
Sweat and tears to be a better me
There was a tiny flower in a greenhouse
It was the only flower that was different
No other flower looked like it
It got picked on every day because of its color
Thy laughed at its size while they flaunt in theirs
Every relationship gone wrong,
flashes in pans, and low burning resentments.
Laughs at my questions
Potentials neglected.
Last minute applications
Met with cold silence
Dream schools, dream jobs
It doesn't matter
What they think
They will just batter
Your mind to the brink
And make you say
"I hate myself," at the sink
But they will pay
When you're in the rink
With success on the way
