Inspiring Speaches

To This Day

I'm not the only kid who grew up this way, surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme, about stickes and stones... as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called, and we got called them all. So we grew up believing that know one would ever fall in love with us, that we'd be lonley,  forever,
That we'd never meet that special someone to make is feel like the sun is something that they built for us in their tool shed.
So broken heart strings bled the blues as we tried to empty ourselves so we would feel nothing...
don't tell that hurts less than a broken bone.
That an ingrown life is something that surgeons can cut awway, but there's no way for it to metas the size it does.

She was 8 years old, our first day of grade 3 when she got called ugly,
We both got moved to the back of class so we would stop getting bombarded with spit balls.
But the school hauls were a battle ground were we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day, we used to stay inside for recess, because outside was worse, outside we'd have to rehearse running awway or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there.
In grade 5,
They tipped a sign at the front of her desk that read "be were of dog"
To this day
Despite a loving husband she doesn't think she's beautiful.
Because of a birthmark that takes up a little less than half her face.
Kids used to say see looks like a wrong anser that someone tried to erase but couldn't quite get the job done.
And they'll  never understand that she's raising two kids who's definition of beauty begins with the word "mom"
Because they see her heart before they see her skin, because she's onley ever always been amazing,

HE...
Was a broken branch grafted onto a diffrent family tree

ADOPTED....
Not because his parents opted for a diffrent destiny, he was 3 when he became a mixed drink of one part left alone and 2 parts tragedy. He started therapy in 8 grade, had a personality made up of, tests and pills, lived like the the uphills were mountains, and the downhills are cliffs, four/fith scousidal, a title wave of anti depressants, and an adolescents of being called popper, 1 part because of the pills, 99 parts because of the cruelty. 
He tried to kill himself in grade 10, when a kid who could still go home to mom and dad had the audacity to tell him "get over it"...

As if depression is something that can be remedied by any of the contents found in a  first aid kit.
To this day he is a stick of tnt lit from both ends, could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends in the moments before its about to fall, and despite an army of friends who all call him an inspiration,  he remains a conversation piece, between people who cant understand...

that sometimes being drug free, had less to do will addiction, and more to do with sanity.........

We weren't the only kids who grew up this way.
To this day kids are still being called names, the classics were hey stupid, hey spaz,
Seems like every school has an arsenal of names getting updated every year, and if a kid breaks in a school and know one chooses to hear, do they make a sound?
Are they just background noise from a sound track stuck on repeat when people say things like "kids can be cruel."
Every school was a big top circuis tent, and the pecking order went from acrobats to lion tamers, from clowns to carnies,
All of these miles ahead  from who we were, we were freaks.
Lobster clawed boys and bearded ladies, audities juggling depression and lonley Ness, playing solitaire spin the Bottle, trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal.
But at night while the others slept, we kept on walking the tightrope, It was practice and yeah some of us fell,

but I want to tell them, all of this, is just debris lest over from when we finally decide to smash all the things we thaught we used to be.

AND IF YOU CAN'T SEE ANYTHING BEAUTIFUL ABOUT YOURSELF......

GET A BETTER MIRROR......

LOOK A LITTLE CLOSER.....

STARE A LITTLE LONGER........
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Because there's something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit!

You built a cast arround your broken heart 💔  and you signed it yourself, you signed it,

THEY WERE WRONG !!!!!

Because mabye you didn't belong to a group or a clicq ,
Mabye  they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything,
Mabye you used to bring bruses and broken teeteeth to show and tell but never told...

because how can you hold your ground when everyone arround tou wants to bury you beneath it...........

YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE THAT THEY WERE WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they have to be wrong, why else would we still be here. we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them.
We stem from the root planted from the believe that we are not what we are called.
We are not abandoned cars stalled out on some highway.
And if in some way we are, then don't worry,
we onley got out to walk and get gas, we are graduating members from the class of we made it.
Not the faided echoes of voices crying out "names will never hurt me"....
of corse they did...
But out lives will onley ever always continue to be a balancing act, that has less to do with, pain... and more to do with beauty.
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a/n I hope you enjoyed this and just in case you didn't read the description I didn't make this originally :)