A label defines me.
My parents barely know who I am anymore if they knew me at all.
Did they pick me up from the street like everyone else thinks?
My teachers think I'm a new student each day, yet acknowledging that I'm there.
I had a name, long and forgotten it maybe be.
I did have a name.
Right?
It could be bitch, slut or whore, useless, waste of space they all label me, being the sole definer of who I am.
Each brand me to the bottom of my bathtub filled with the color of my emotions.
Laughing at my suffering.
Each brand burns reminding me I'm no longer who I was.
Who was I?
Why can't I remember?
Take me from the bottom of my tub
breath me to life.
Realize my eyes lost their glimmer of what makes me,
me.
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Forever Never Endeavor
Short StoryOnce upon a time, A girl dreamed that the world would be more forgiving than it really was. Once upon a time, A girl hoped to find kindness in people's hearts even in the most wicked. Once upon a time, A girl would weep for the people who have...
