She'd told herself
She wouldn't care
She'd hold her head high
She'd stand tall
Her shoulders square
She'd never let
Her bright spirit fade away
She'd never let
Her bright white smile disappear
The one that made
The other's stare
She wouldn't let them
Snatch away her pride
She wouldn't let them
Be the reason
She cried herself
To sleep
Every single night
She wouldn't listen
To their whip lashing words
That sent shivers
Snaking down her spine
Every day
She told herself
She wouldn't let
Herself lose control
Yet she did
She fought
She fought the words
She fought the shrieks
She fought the cloudy mist
Surrounding her
In a dusty shroud
Blinding her vision
Trapping her voice
She struggled
And she squirmed
They wanted her
To bow down to them
To hold her hands up in the air
And surrender to them
Just like the rest
Of their victims
But she looked them in the eye
Her knees trembling
And she fought.
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The Girl
PoetryShe was beautiful. She was happy. She was a bright prism of colors. She was a sizzling firework of surprises. She lit up everything she walked past, with her bright, dimpled smile. They thought she was perfect. Until her world came cra...
