-Oath-
I don't remember how,
But I remember why.
I remember,
As a child,
When I was beaten bloody
For the first time,
I thought,
I swore,
"I will never be
Beautiful
Cunning or
Malicious.
I will never be
Strong,
Wicked or
Vindictive.
I will never be you."
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Back Of My Book.
PoetryRandom bits I wrote on the back of my maths book - not all of them make sense, but all of them are from the heart.