She knows
A ten year old with the spirit of fire
Who's grown like a wildflower
Under the eyes
The scopes of racism, of sexism
An umbrella of discrimination that has been thought to be sheltering her from a storm
But is actually a rainbow
This entire time she's been counting on her fingers and toes
Taught to turn away and stick up her nose
Lest she can handle the disgruntled blows that they deal to her self esteem
A child of God and she's so scared of sinning
Of fake believers in religion, skinning her off at the knees
When all she wants is to be free
A little girl made mean, because of the way that society
Speaks for her
Oppresses her
As they have, generations before her, been silenced too
(the way our broken world works)
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Therapy
PoetryTherapy is a poetry book that will come to be comprised of four categories: Where I was, Where I am, Where I want to be, and Why. As of right now, all poems published will be uncategorized as I am simply going wherever the wind may take me. By the...
