Learning to speak out
I feel empowered
Being my own person
Why should your news matter?
It used to feel like
there was nothing about me I could like
Crowds weren't making me happy
Alone I never felt quite right
I told my parents what happened.
Maybe my voice was to high
Well hear me now when I say I'm divine
I'm full of myself
One of a kind
And don't you ever think pain
is the long never ending part
Speaking up and speaking out
I'd be embarrassed to be you
You made me think it was my fault
for all the agony and abuse
because all you did was make me glad
to be me
You may have taken advantage of my body
but now I see
I am my own responsibility.
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Fabulous // Colors Sequel
Poetry❝I stopped letting boys define me and I started to believe in myself and my potential❞
