Let me just be honest and upfront
You and I both know that I am not society's 'beautiful'
But I don't want to be cruel though
Because there are little girls looking at me and seeing themselves
And questioning who would put them through hell
Just because of weight, shape, and scars
That covers their body
They are judged
I have experienced the bully's wrath of pain
And know that their heart knows no love
Because the cruel things they say bring them no gain
And I hope they are one day shown friendship
Because sticks and stones break my bones
And words aren't supposed to hurt me
But the words haunt my nightmares like walking zombies
I know they don't remember me
But for four years the played me
And I tried to fight back
But having no friends doesn't bring confidence to the ring
If anything it diminishes hopes and dreams
Bullies may never remember the bullied
But the bullied will always remember the bullies
And the people that were never there for them
Their faces etched into the skin
As I begin to grin
At this grim fate laid upon those bigger than a size eight
Oh the ones who have scars from depression
Or that have been messing' in the wrong gangs
Maybe it is just a phase
But if it is, listen to my phrase
As I tell you friends and family need to be praised
Because they will always be there for you no matter what other people are saying
Be proud of your scars and show them to the world
They are not something to hide
You have earned your place among angels
Because of those occasional rain spills
That happened to slip through your eyes
And I know you tried hard not to cry
Jealousy isn't always a reason to hate
For most kids, it's because they can't relate
Adults stand by watching the kids retaliate
When the laws are there to keep them safe
One day you will all look in the mirror with no shame
And love that reflection of you staring back
Because even when you break the glass, you are still in your own body
You are still stuck in the present
So forgive yourself of your sins
And then begin
Your new life as the one with no shame
People may judge you
But they don't know your story
Keep living on
And life will never be boring
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Spoken Word
PoetryThe Spoken Word, or Poetry that is Spoken aloud is much different than your everyday poetry. Some of these I might enter into a Poetry Slam or two, so please tell me your thoughts! Please enjoy my poems about my experiences and dreams.