fighting back
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Sometimes it is easy to get lost in the thrill of it all,
And sometimes you need to remind yourself that not everyone will be there for you when you fall.
I've always been the kind of person
To dig a splinter out,
With my teeth, if I have to-
Instead of soaking it in water
And waiting for it came out on it's own.
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Even if it made the pain worse at first,
Every morning, I wake up wishing,
I was as tough as I pretend to be,
Wash my face, forget my name, repeat;
I wish I was stronger than a man.
To You, My Love, Who Stole Everything:
You are proud to say that have never laid a hand on me
I am scared to admit not yet,
He hurt me.
I have lost count of things broken and blood spilled.
1,5,20 to many punches to the gut and kicks to the shin.
Remeber how you burned my skin?
I am not my failures.
I am not my last name.
I am not my past.
I am not my grade.
I am not my nightmares.
I can look you in the eyes
And as you leave
I find my hands shaking
I listened to you talk
I lost where I was
You touch my shoulder
And I feel myself blush
Through words I create
This picture in my head
The rockets I fly land on paper,
Through words I build my armor
That shields me from defeat
And keeps me alive,
Poetry is my shield
