You can't belittle me,
You can't put me down.
I'm a woman, don't you see?
I'm succeeding, silently, without a sound.
I'm pushing away dark thoughts,
And I'm embracing who I am.
My mind used to twist like knots,
Tough as a bull, soft as a lamb.
I feel myself stomping my foot down,
I feel myself smiling more.
Like the child I was, in putting my toys up,
And I'm handling life like a big chore.
Don't look my way for treating me bad,
I won't turn soft.
I'm not angry, nor am I mad,
I've just grown to make my heart hard.
I know what I deserve,
I've come a long way.
You can't own me, you can only earn,
From now on, I'm not a child, I do not play.
-Yasmine Phelps
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(Completed) Touching Poetry: Volume II
PoetryThis is Volume Two of Touching Poetry. The continuation of a series of poems, inspired by my imagination, & my sense of style in writing. I hope you all enjoy! @radiantlotus_ (I do not own any photos/clips shown). April 2018 ©
