We all have things we carry to protect us
from harsh words and judging looksAmulets and sacraments to strengthen us in our stride
To lift our chins and make us walk with prideMy armor is not one of metal
My armor is my workout tights
that show my determination to be strongIt's the pencil I put in my hair sometimes
because damn you if you want to judge me because that's not the usual place to keep writing utensilsIt's the hoodies and shirts with prints you don't get
because those series gave me friends when you weren't there for meIt's the books I carry with me
because then I always have a world to hide in, friends to visit and places to exploreIt's the headphones I wear
because it's so much easier to dance when you have musicMy armor is me
I make my strength
And damn if that isn't a lot of strength
YOU ARE READING
Fragments of my mind
PoésieA little bit of me. A little bit of my life. A little piece of my searching soul. Poetry