I want the pictures with you to be the before pictures, and the pictures I take now to show just how far I've come. I want you to hesitate the next time you try to hurt someone, and remember the thorns my roses grew, then, change your mind. I want my name to make you nervous as yours does to me. I want to send shivers down your spine and earthquakes to your hands. I want to be better than you, stronger. I want to prove that you could not break me by breaking you. But God do I want to be kind. My fingers ache to help the helpless, to solve problems. I wish no one to feel the way I did, but I want you to know exactly how it felt. I want to be a safe place and a war zone. You made me this, but you had no hand in it.
I am who I am because and in spite of you.
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Growing Out My Hair Again
PoetryA poetry book for people recovering from trauma, for survivors, lovers, and people who aren't sure about their place in the world.
